More of the same.A Poem by dukovanfeel good about this one.
I was a frame.
You were a wave made out of paint and you leaked and stained what I made. I swore it was all for you. Now I'm a grave with no time to save so I'm giving you time to escape from your mind into mine. Such a s****y house for you. I hold my breath and refrain from holding you back from the day. We look so much alike. I am a mirror and you are kite. I've never really felt the breeze like you. Now find the key to tie yourself down. The sky is a painting fresh out of the clouds and I can't find the words to express myself. So now I hold my breath and refrain. The breeze always pauses again. The meaning is more of the same; so much more. I'm sorry and you are ashamed. There's no one to blame. In a way we're both the same. © 2012 dukovanAuthor's Note
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Added on September 6, 2012Last Updated on September 6, 2012 |