April 2010
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“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”
– Leonardo Da Vinci (via versaii)
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BROKEN;
this is a work of art,
all worn and torn apart,
he took that paintbrush,
and poured the colors of love and lust,
burns and screams,
soundless colors dripping from these seams.
a lock of your hair,
only memories of you and i in the air.
i’m lost,
still not found,
smiling at an abyss so profound.
people say they’d rather hurt than not feel at all,
should i wait this long?
they might...
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hey there, little boy,
how do you do?
my heart fell for you the minute i lay eyes on you!
take my heart,
don’t rip it apart,
you had it right from the start.
why was it when i walked by you,
my nerves never tingle,
nothing more than a mingle.
now i’ve found a boy,
who set free,
unbound me from these chains,
and turned me into someone i’d never thought i’d be.
