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Why was it so hard, I understand it now
To reiterate myself the reasons of putting down
That facade of ivory glory.
Because the fault wasn't mine,
That I confused the silver for platinum shine,
Only to find the blackened ridges in time.
I didn't mistake one for the other,
You sold it to me as a starlight fever.
You knew I wasn't fine,
Pretending mellow and nice,
lavender and sunshine.
You knew I saw through
All your illusions and arts.
And you damn well knew-
I could sew that torn sweater,
Yet you forgot my hands trembled
Each time I reached out in the winter.
So yes I say, I have bled for you,
That crimson sun that turned
my peaceful grey into a muddy lake.
So yes I say, I have to repaint those roots
Take any exclusive right of your memory
From my mind, and feed it to some loafing soul.
So yes I say, it wasn't me dreaming.
Oh it wasn't me hiding, it wasn't me running,
Wasn't me pretending, it was you.
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Cottage Chronicles
PoetryLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
