And Act Two begins.
you were obsessed with perfection.
like an old painting, my dreams are faded.
my friend,i remember the photograph-wrinkled old days,streaming golden sunlight under white cloudswhere we sat on broken-down benches,staring at the future together. my friend, i remember the fights and the make-ups,the tears and the touch-ups,the fear and the happiness that consumed our lives,i remember everything. my friend,i found your shadow wandering around the district today,lost withContinue reading “my friend”
i drew you five years ago. sharp charcoal lines – cheekbones, angles, body – fiery red hair and lipstick to match,tangoing among the wreckageas the world burned behind you sharp tongue and a wit to match,decisive, confident, beautiful,red heels, stiletto nails,a fire burned within you. today i drew you again. your tangled hair hiding yourContinue reading “faded”