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Old 10-02-2023, 03:15 PM   #1
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A Painting Yet To Be Painted

Her beautiful name when elegantly spoken

Somehow trips up my trembling tongue

Rolling out jagged and partially broken

Because time is a cruel bastard

A deep and dangerous water hazard

Yet no choice but to play through

Stepping on sturdy stones that guide us

Can you hear my stifled cry?

As our train goes whizzing by

I know that you’re hurting too

I wish that I could rinse away these blues

Stained hues I continually scrub

To precisely paint a glorious new beginning

It’s quite difficult when we’ve forgotten

The lyrics to the compassionate song that we were singing

Am I living or am I dying?

All we can do right now is to keep on trying

Buying our time with a patient smile

Letting out the pain stirring inside

Striving to keep our burning love alive

I feel so bad after knee jerk reactions

No contact, bitter silent attacks

Actions that I always wish to take back

Looking up to the mysterious constellations

I’m sending out brilliant bright intentions

Our journey is ironically exactly on point

Our magnetic connection loosens up

Yet strengthens varying on the frequency

Since we are still figuring out our confusing compass

Paradise awaits us if we close our eyes and follow the golden trumpets
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