I took a moment out tried to go back past the whispering willows and the cherry blossoms,
I sat in your leather chair, blue door trash can and fleeting dreams of times we both reminisce,
tried to smile, my hands became the new Angelo painting,
awkward silence leaks my colorless demise.
Rain drops spattered across the windshield,
smiling for no apparent reason,
danger bouncing my heart against my rib cage over and over again,
can't even look you in the eye.
Stereo blasting the world around me crumbles with the thunder that you're so proud of,
stopping to think it's just another one of your childish moments,
words pounding my brain how you're invisible,
only seen through him.
The shadow you cast over yourself with a mighty pungent remark,
yet again I play the evil wicked witch,
you the broken man with lies of dirt and rot,
he is not the shadow but merely the glow that always has cast its light upon my heart.
Poor broken down rickety moments,
your momentary loss of insanitary desire,
so terrible for this feeling like one of the weird sisters,
definitely not a Rapunzel that let her hair down to a prince that lone behold was really a traveling salesman.
How silly it must be for someone such as you,
to look at these bright green eyes and see something so grey and cold,
bitter and worn, and know you made them that way,
and with a mention of a hark angels name the glistening appears and the eyes gloss with the most brilliant hues of green.
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