Sepia flowers you left at my feet.
A slash of white,
paint everywhere,
your eyes staring,
believing,
compelling.
Swirls from the past
were hard to bare.

"I'll take it, I'll fight it.
Until the day I die."
That's how he lived
everyday of his life.

She was unbelieving-
she knew it was all wrong,
but completely right at the same time.
Black lace surrounded
by cellophane smile,
she faked the crowd
all the while.

10/19/2005

Author's Note: I don't really know what this is. The words just kinda formed... yeah... I think I was inspired by Moulin Rouge.

Posted on 10/19/2005
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