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you are the color of my pleasure

the color of my pain

what ever i am feeling

i see your face



i see you in the mirror

i see you in the glass

i see you in the future

reminding me of the past



you have overtaken what i was

what i thought i would be

you might think i'm talking about myself

but sinse you've gone you've replaced me



as fast as you escaped me

as fast as you slipped between



my middle finger, lovely



you are the odor of spring days

the summer smell when it rains

what ever i breathe in

it has your scent



i taste you in the water

i taste you in my drink

i taste you in the window

before i bought it and filled the glass



you have overtaken what i love

what i thought i would see

you might think i'm talking about myself

but sinse you've gone you've replaced me



as fast as you escaped me

as fast as you slipped between



my middle finger, lovely



you let it linger in me

now that i'm out of my hands

it was all in my hands

and i cursed myself



i cursed you and you gave me my wish list

you flowered and never faded away



in someone elses garden, i can see..

but i'm not allowed in..

they say it's heaven,

they say it's the garden of eden