UNTITLED 2 LYRICS
I feel like something on strings,
posed by loves fragile fingers
and possessed by a frantic
fluttering in my chest.
I am renewed. I am not of
rags or of scraps. Pristine…
I am something velveteen.
The charcoal clouds have finally
finished spitting on me
concentrating instead on painting a
faithful portrait splashed across
the canvas of the wine read
heavens.
You are draped across
a vast daffodil cream.
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