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Paint Me A Memory
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Remnants Sitting
Staring
Glaring at shadows on the walls
Oh, if only they could talk
The stories of days ago
Lying
Looking
Searching the cracks in the ceiling
How many more have grown
How many more will follow
If I could draw a thousand lines
Blend and shade then into some resemblance
Of a life I use to know
Would it awaken a dream forgotten long ago
If you could paint me a memory
Of all the things that used to be
Back when I could sleep without these dreams
Of forgotten time
Lost love
Withered mind
Heart grown cold
If you could paint me a memory
Take it all and just let it be
Let the painting feel and bleed
So I can awake
And forget
What I used to believe
And pretend
That I never let anything get in the way
Sleep
So bittersweet
Could be reprieve
If you could paint me a memory
Trap the thoughts
The feelings
The nuance and intricacies
Onto canvas for all to see
Take them from my mind
And paint me a memory
Still very beautiful the
Still very beautiful the second time xo
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Oh I soooo wish I could do
Oh I soooo wish I could do that!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
To pull out the memory
And drop it on canvas, like the pensieve, to be cast out and only recollected if desired. Better to remove the information to make room for ne and better.
Glad you liked it twice ;)
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Shadow Shadow
Once atop time and farther than long
I dreamed in clover fields and felt the sun
on my intuition that led me to smiling
banks beside fish catching waters,
to hopscotch and hoola hoops,
ice cream trucks, a quarter
to go to the store long ago.
.
Waking was amazing and the day
pulled me from beneath hand made
quilts to cold lenolem floors
but I didn't mind. The sun
was out and the smell of bacon
was in flaring nostrils long ago.
There were kittens and puppis
and fruit trees all around me
to visit and explore and learn
to appreciagte the imagination
as a tool acquired long long ago
~allets~
10-30-17
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