Canvas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Song Lyrics  |  House: Booksie Classic

Love Lost... Written 6/14

We're propped up so nice and shallow.

you are the beauty that your self portrait waits for.

I am the manikins twin.

Come trade desires and let the games begin

 

You smile, my canny and wit does nothing to impress  

You smile as the smell of your perfume still makes me choke.

You Smile...

Even when I make you laugh, I'm still the joke.

But look how I play pretend with new shoes and an expensive car.  

You dog ear that bright blue dress.

 

I hold your hand as the other is forced to paint what I see.

What color is happiness?  

You tell me with every step there's gloom and doom.

You whisper... how can I ever bloom 

When your always the dumbest in the room.

 

I'll watch the ripple effect in a puddle of my own blood.

The smell of burning fingernails

As you smoke your cigarettes down to the butt

Yearning to paint something different

Surrounded by the wall to wall canvas.

You look for the right shade of pigment

 

Laying in bed with one foot on the floor

Kindness comes on a whim

Don't sleep

playing footsie with a phantom limb.

We awake up to smell of piss and rain

Your head is screaming from 

nightmares of me... still eating your brain.

 

Another canvas full of lies.

My smile does nothing.

You focus on the diminishing bride.

My stomach fills with anger, my mind precise.

What color is pride?

My arrogance sheds as I fall from your clutch

Only close enough to smell.

You'll keep pushing until there nothing left to touch.

I clinch my fist under my pillow and begin to pout.  

The smell of acrylic becomes a memory 

I wonder if you're painting different pictures now...

Or am I all greyed out.


Submitted: November 26, 2014

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