Brush Strokes

November 22, 2008
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You're like an artist's finest brush strokes,
and your colored with tender and care.
I would be so lucky
if you were still right here.

I remember the scene,
like every artist should transcend.
I remember your lips,
and all that could have been.

I remember you looked in my eyes,
and they said I care.
Three months later now.
This just isn't fair.

You looked at me just now,
and said " What can I do?"
I said, "Nothing...
..I just can't help but love you."





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