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Patterns On The Wall!-Version-(1)-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
I sit alone as I recall
the patterns left
upon my wall
The etched marks
from the headboard
that we left there
scratched in passion
back when we were
so deeply in love and
shared our satisfaction
The colors of the roses
from some brushes
that were dipped
then applied to my wallpaper
how they match your ruby lips
the place you smashed
your glass of wine when
I said it was long past time
to find some other lover
left a splash that
formed a scarlet heart
my efforts cannot cover
and 10 square spots
make paler blots
where pictures of you hung
that mark love come undone
and sorrows not yet sung
in the early morning sun.
this damn room is full of memories
each walls a documentary
of everything you meant to me
and I can't find no remedies
Nothing equates to having you
and I find my eyes keep drifting
to those patterns on the wall
bringing me guilt so constricting
that I let you go at al.
And my closet shows no mercy
empty hangers mark the place
where your wardrobe soft and silky
used to brighten empty space
and the absence of your many shoes
lined up neatly on its floor
bring back memories of the pair you wore
when you walked right out my door
Leaving all these patterns on the wall
that mark your sad withdrawal
after our love's tragic downfall
they each haunt me when 1 sprawl
on my lonely bed bringing visions of
you right back into my head,
filling me with deep regrets
for those cruel words I once said,
acres of white sheets ....stretch eternally
on that place you once lay eagerly
as I'm wishing you were back with me.
on my king Sized throne, where Im miserably
left without my precious queen..
all these patterns make me scream
and I can't find no remedies
no one else fits your love perfectly
so I remain alone left to recall
all of our loves patterns on my wall
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By Art~Whimsically YoursI sit alone as I recall
the patterns left
upon my wall
The etched marks
from the headboard
that we left there
scratched in passion
back when we were
so deeply in love and
shared our satisfaction
The colors of the roses
from some brushes
that were dipped
then applied to my wallpaper
how they match your ruby lips
the place you smashed
your glass of wine when
I said it was long past time
to find some other lover
left a splash that
formed a scarlet heart
my efforts cannot cover
and 10 square spots
make paler blots
where pictures of you hung
that mark love come undone
and sorrows not yet sung
in the early morning sun.
this damn room is full of memories
each walls a documentary
of everything you meant to me
and I can't find no remedies
Nothing equates to having you
and I find my eyes keep drifting
to those patterns on the wall
bringing me guilt so constricting
that I let you go at al.
And my closet shows no mercy
empty hangers mark the place
where your wardrobe soft and silky
used to brighten empty space
and the absence of your many shoes
lined up neatly on its floor
bring back memories of the pair you wore
when you walked right out my door
Leaving all these patterns on the wall
that mark your sad withdrawal
after our love's tragic downfall
they each haunt me when 1 sprawl
on my lonely bed bringing visions of
you right back into my head,
filling me with deep regrets
for those cruel words I once said,
acres of white sheets ....stretch eternally
on that place you once lay eagerly
as I'm wishing you were back with me.
on my king Sized throne, where Im miserably
left without my precious queen..
all these patterns make me scream
and I can't find no remedies
no one else fits your love perfectly
so I remain alone left to recall
all of our loves patterns on my wall