We are obsessed
(we are)
with pretending.
Always showing another face;
And so am I.

Then let’s remove the masks.
And run far and wide away-
(I’ll leave my keys in the door)

You were always
(we are)
the different one too cool.
To care is saying nothing
aside from a comment on the weather

So we are.

And when I consider love
you are faultless in your ways
and I walk toward you with a rose
and through the opened gates of
your heart.

Behind my back i hold sweet dreams
I’ll paint you the sun across your heart
that shines forever and a day;
the love an emerald cut with truncated
corners of our hearts.
I shall show how the flowers bloom
and how your soul unstartled by
narrow steps of this dream
recovers the moon within your eyes

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About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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