Poem – “Your Beauty Marked Miles” – Romantic Poetry – 2/4/2020

Your beauty marked miles
Upon those lonely stretches,
Where I said to myself,
“Is she not the realest one
In my mind?”

A face full of white,
May be now full of the same
Hue of death.

I grow sick
Upon the music I hear,
Played from records too near to tears.

I hear,
What was once a voice.
Never shallow,
Never sworn so solely
To dive,
Directly to be
In the middle of everything.

You are the chaos,
The memory that screams and etches marks,
Like the beauty that does not fade,
From the white,
From the canvas, the porcelain in my mind,
While my thoughts are twisted,
While my paranoia grows,
In the fog.

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