Sparks of Life
Held in the amber
Of her somber eyes
The substrate of which
love is comprised
A smile, behind glass
That guarded her abrasions
On display every night
But every night
She'd rise to the occasion
pain, a reminder
Though it didnt define her
The crescendo of her strength,
Shown it to only refine her
as a painting,
I hung around waiting
in a hugh
Of Van Gogh blue
As only the strength
Of gravity could ask me to
I never left cause
she was broken
And in a broken place
But I fell in love with
every piece of her
And that was my
first mistake
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