Friday, 6 June 2010

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How They Are

I take my reds and different shades;
give him a heart and a complexion.

I take my blues and blacks;
give him wardrobe and fashion.

He’s perfect; my white canvas.
I give a smile; he melts,

I can see through him.
I ignore it.

I close my eyes then open them back up,
he’s no longer mine

He’s someone else’s.
He looks back at me

blank;
bare,

Expressionless.
He stands; a white canvas.

As he was before

without the heart I gave him

 

By: Ariana M. Washington

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