Are you something, that
Spilled from a canvas,
Into reality?
Surely such beauty could
Only come from an a brush,
But I guess I’m wrong.
By what hand have,
Your curves been crafted?
And what divine guide,
Caused those fingers,
To create
Such a perfect face?
(The Goddess is jealous, the goddess is jealous of you.)
You must be something real,
‘cause no canvas can hold,
Such a fiery soul,
Nor eyes that burn
With such passion,
That they overflow.
Whether figment,
Or corporeal,
or if just a dream,
then it means everything to me.
And i wish to never wake.
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-She tilted her head slightly as a smile played against her lips.- I like this one.
-Just a figment of your imagination.
I don't like the very last line. Well, i do, but i just wasn't satisfied with the ending. I wanted like, a whole other verse because,
"whether figment
or corporeal..."
just sounds so cool. But i couldn't come up with anything that did those lines justice, and i had to settle with a lackluster ending. :\
Fixed the ending.
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