![]() the face of a nameA Poem by Alma![]() this is a poem about a person I have never met but who has served as a muse in many ways![]() Like a scar in my face, you burnt yourself inside, my body's your home, open wide.
In my mind- immortal, you twist and wind, you are one of the perfect, the rare kind.
Yourself you keep hidden, from my curious eyes, driving me mad, with all your disguise.
You are the killer, with the trustful gun, no need to hide, hopeless to run.
Days and nights, I imagine the face, of somebody's name, who got me in a daze.
The way I am, I'd give up to be you, so stable and calm, so beautiful and true.
Addicted to a name, that's so alive in my head, making me shiver, and endlessly sad.
Hoping for something, I will never achieve, all my dreams dying, I am drowning in grief.
I envy your core, till the day I die, and you'll never see, the tears that I cry. -a- (02/10/2007) © 2008 AlmaReviews
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Added on March 16, 2008Author![]() AlmaWiener Neustadt, AustriaAboutArt is everywhere, art is in the impenetrable great masses, art is in the void and it's in the riot as well as the silence. Everybody has a story to tell, there's millions of ways to make a picture of.. more..Writing
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