Author: Luke Rounda PM
Everyone loves the sound of stringed instruments.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy - Words: 108 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-07-05 - id: 1980245
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Psychoanalyzed by the New Testament,
I'm a crippled marionette.
Hopeless like a moth drawn to flame
or a passenger on a plane.
I'd try to teach what I could and spare you
from hurt but we both know too well
life is too short to do anything
but dive into flame.
Half a thousand pictures later,
I still don't know where to find you.
You flutter by, my pretty butterfly with wings dipped in paint,
every strum soaring closer to your fate.
Oily fingers corrode such a beautiful, fleeting deception.
You may find this depressing,
like glass slides from an insect collection.