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Friday, 17 November 2006 at 16:13

Slowly, gently I poured a cup of wine

While I start to dress in a manner long forgotten

Through time, expressive hands surround my frame

Softly my needs put aside while it turns white my façade

Lovely lotus guide my tips, whose only purpose is to me

Fine pencil trace my red lips, up the secret smile, you see

My mirror image must have told you, how hard I’ve been

Implacable lily whose only purpose is to win

Neutral color don’t favor the veiled shine in my sight

The heat pours over me in a sensual way, revealing me

I’m the daughter of the sexual high

Divine believes that destiny awaits at your door, child

You must dress, paint, deceive, and dance away

While your master summon you.

Slowly, gently pour a cup of wine

And start undressing me in a manner long forgotten

Whilst I draw you all the views before me

Deliberate initiate to split the mask that borne me.

Tags: Heartbreak dark goth gothic me path poetry sad self image traditions