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I hold her cold, porcelain hand,..
as a rotten, forced half-grin forms
insecurely by Candle light,..
then ask her why she never smiles.
(or seems surprised.)
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How does she stare through me?..
Yet still touch this phantom in my
heart somehow? At times I swear
I can hear her laughing.. at some joke
I'll never figure out! But those lips
(while sweet) don't speak aloud!
(nor have they kissed me then or
now.)
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Oh
Why?! (I scream) do you ignore
my Amorous Plea?...Is there not
A Soul to see within Me?.. and
will there
Never be an honest moment in which
You produce a genuine Heartbeat?...
Or does my Mind create Love
Chemically?
tell me now my Lovely. (Please!)
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In absence of any formal response,
I begin folding her delicate fingers
back into their former position.
but,..perhaps a Kiss will bring her back?...
Why?! (I scream) do you ignore
my Amorous Plea?...Is there not
A Soul to see within Me?.. and
will there
Never be an honest moment in which
You produce a genuine Heartbeat?...
Or does my Mind create Love
Chemically?
tell me now my Lovely. (Please!)
_
In absence of any formal response,
I begin folding her delicate fingers
back into their former position.
but,..perhaps a Kiss will bring her back?...
Then I feel warm breath like in my
visions! of Darkness, Rage,
and Candle wax! Yet... isn't it a
shame.. how every candle ends the
same?!!
(once angel tears puts
out The Flame.)
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It must be my curse to sit here..
holding this Porcelain Doll..weeping.
Caressing Raven Hair, carefree
and flowing. Hypnotized by such
mindless Beauty that it keeps me
Wondering!
( Oh, is there anyone ever
truly smiling?!)
J.Stephen.H
visions! of Darkness, Rage,
and Candle wax! Yet... isn't it a
shame.. how every candle ends the
same?!!
(once angel tears puts
out The Flame.)
+
It must be my curse to sit here..
holding this Porcelain Doll..weeping.
Caressing Raven Hair, carefree
and flowing. Hypnotized by such
mindless Beauty that it keeps me
Wondering!
( Oh, is there anyone ever
truly smiling?!)
J.Stephen.H
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