I painted a picture of heartache
It bore a tide of hurt.
Brush strokes of inertia, overwhelming
Soul's hardships inflaming my world.
I sculpted Her face from the ashes
A stark science that once lit the way,
That naked new beauty now vanished
The last of my facade forever fading away.
Why does my mind carve out these heartrbreaks
Sultry at first, til I dare to venture
Into a mirage that mimics a mindset
Desperate to touch a love it was ne'er meant for.
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