Monday, January 23, 2012

I could have
fallen in love
with a mysterious
poet or painter,
finding myself lost
their enchanting words
or marvelous portraits,
but instead, I got
entangled in your
awkward yet seductive
hesitation of confidence
that always painted
roses on to my cheeks
and inspired me to
write innocent words
with ripe ink that no
poet or painter could
ever cease to do.

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