An Ugly Piece of Art

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I was raised by confusion

Mothers back agianst the wall

she told me confusion taste like fire

and it burns like alchohol. 

The kind you rub and the kind you drink.

The kind you rub cleans your hurt

While the kind you drink has you convinced it’s cleaned up your dirty work

While the kind you drink has convinced you it’s taking away your hurt

While the kind you drink has convinced you  your problems are gone

When I cry tears of confusion

Mothers gentle love warms my heart

she tells me he loves to dance with fire

his ashes become an ugly piece of art

he left us in the fire burning in confusion

I failed to understand why he would do this

flashbacks of fire is he yet tired

the fire seems to never end and he paints a portrait once again.






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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
May 21 at 5:08 pm
Love the word choice and the themes I picked up on
 
Kylana replied...
Jun. 6 at 8:01 pm
Thank you so much!
 
Kylana replied...
Jun. 6 at 8:01 pm
Thank you so much!
 
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