The pain which is you,

And you, you …

I know, well,

my own-part played

brilliantly —

A star is born!

She is lovely, victim,

make no mistake,

manipulative.

For good purpose,

could fix you,

herself find,

clean of everything dirty,

memory, the two-sides,

hero and beast in you.

And the world would become

new, beautiful again,

A promise, love

has always been real,

simply lost its way;

On dark rain-clouds,

intoxicating their heavenly

scent, the excitement of

your fractured-pieces.

I attempted to be reborn,

a rainbow,

to savor the color in life,

joy,

for us.

Maria DellaPorte – © 2010

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