thou must be fair (therefore have no balance)
Course of Lightning
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Blink streams away from those gaping redness,
Thou have you no shame?
Throbs of the heart isn't the only beating one-
The head tilts in fame.
Mimic of a broken clay doll,
Here i stand.
Below layers of warmth,
Suffocates my breath.
The eye, temple and mind-
All cry in dying roses.
As limbs no longer function
But in that, you find satisfaction.
Distant echoes of a crowd,
Welcoming warmth of joy,
Blasting stereos on my grasp
All close yet far.
The numbers on tickets,
And gems on stage.
Your glancing eyes, fantasy-
Can never hit mine, reality.
And as I sit on this chair,
It is far from what I imagine.
Because dreams are far-
Far too sweet- to be true.
- beautifulove (copyright 2014)
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