Blemished with hueA Poem by cassandra violetThe saddest paint to watch fade is passion, To see the flickering flames of desire grow tired, Exhausted from time and thrusts, The plague of slumber stricken upon hearts, Impregnated by the sperm of curiosity, Killed by the chapped lips of death. Every color of desire stood before us, The brush of our lust dreamed of creating a masterpiece on the canvas of our bodies, but you found the style of my strokes too clumsy, I saw yours too wild, Both printed imperfections on the picture, But dressing different defects on the subjects. Today I came to the studio of our bed And was greeted by your absence, Caressed by the hands of solitude, Whispered an explanation from the wraths of silence, Staring at the space beside me where your brush was once kept, Body covered in half of a depiction, a cut image That won’t wash with the water of my tears Though they fall heavily, scrubbing fiercely at the art, I’m stained with this paint, the imperfections of this picture. © 2010 cassandra violetReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 27, 2010 Last Updated on November 30, 2010 Authorcassandra violetboston, MAAboutI hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..Writing
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