April 13, 2011

Impressionist.

We were nothing special- all feelings I'd felt before.
That doesn't seem to satisfy their questions on why we're no more.
I tried to explain that you and I constructed our own Monet
               - a picture only appearing real from far away. 
But still they want reasons why we didn't last… I can't find the words to
explain that weren't meant to be anything more than bold nostalgia…
exquisitely painted pictures from things you've seen in the past… 
Simply impressionist… creating beautiful masterpieces- losing 
ourselves in each other time and time again, passionately colorful releases.
Maybe we could've caught more than just a glimpse… 
if lust hadn't of stained our view… 
but you were gone from my life before i even realized i was losing you.

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