Paint

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    Paint

     They paint me plain
    They paint me beautiful
    Can they not see that I
    Grow colder every day

    The face of a ghost
    Lips of a red rose
    Eyes that tell a story
    Of a girl with no soul

    Even with the glitter
    the color they try to add
    there is no spirit there to catch
    there is nothing left

    they paint me plain
    they paint me beautiful
    they paint pictures of a girl
    who never let herself be seen

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    DeepEclipse commented on Paint

    10-05-2009

    ...and so they think they know, yet they don't know shit. Always concluding what they don't understand. I feel this poems mixture of sadness and anger. It doesn't reveal too much of itself, perhaps you meant it that way. Times like this it seems poetry is the only thing that does understand...
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    JWH

    10/05/2009

    they see what they want to see...and its never me

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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