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The Ebony BallroomShredded paper burns gorgeously as the sun sets That invisible painter has yet to make up his mindThe Ebony Ballroom
The clouds suspended like acrobats over nets And their stage lights shine in deap hues of violet
A real masterpiece is presented to those who don't search Those who wait for the oil to wash from the canvus
When pearls and diamonds sing from their black perch And provokes the world to dance in their glow
Not much can catch my eye more than a sillouette Who makes you consider the possibilities
Such dancers with darkened out faces and regrets Who as
by ~Patched-Hearts-96-me
The Purpose of The Meaningless I sat in bed waiting for the sun to set Shadows danced across the sheets as the earth spun So quaint, some could sayThe Purpose of The Meaningless
The clicking of polished shoes brought an atmosphere filled with uncertainty as the man openned the door uneasily and dropped his briefcase infront of me the painfilled expression on his face made me feel so cold, that I didn't mind being thrown across the room as he shouted to the ceiling
Battered on the ground, I saw him pace the floors and throw things about
by ~Patched-Hearts-96-me
RealisticI was seated at a table with Reality Who stood up gracefully and bowed, and as a rainbow dripped from his smile that twisted down onto grassy floorsRealistic
an autum breeze shook my hand.
The pastels were scented like flowers which were soaked in his fragile tear drops But as the clouds splattered themselves across the ceiling the blue light sank into me closer trying to consume my sight.
Time walked over and layed out years in front of me but as I tried to grasp them, they flew by in an instant So as darkness swam under my feet, it whispered the myster
by ~Patched-Hearts-96-me
Life Long SeasonsAsh studded breezes peck the drowning leaves that sink lower each minute and drift farther each second and shiver as we blinkLife Long Seasons
Flowers race each other to the ground shouting to one other on the way but regret wanting and regret winning yet glad they ran
Petals cling to suspended moments that let go just slow enough to grow memories and dreams and emotions
As the elements fall
a mere inch each breath they are thrown backwards on fixed winds that may never cross the path of another's
Time holds them
by ~Patched-Hearts-96-me
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