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By Ali Date: 2003 Dec 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.20.11.28.10101]] |
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My heart is ivy; My eyes, wrapped in emerald Contention--I realize the quiet faults Of my smile, but try to hide them anyway; Call it pride, call it foolishness, But call a rose a rose. Miscalculated wonders-- I fell into a false hope, but that does not matter now Because olive branches cannot be bound; It is the intent that matters, and what the symbol Within my eyes suggests; forgiveness Is a pretty copper penny, tossed a fated throw Over my shoulder, eyes closed tightly Against one possibility of truth. The fountain Speaks of madness, second-guessed smiles And half undone chances--trances of the heart And mind. This lives underneath my whispered Dreams--a sea-glass colored Hell that rages Against the Night in me; innocence is not my shade. There's a devil in my heart that steals my mind-- Make no mistake about the reality of this, Or of me; I've fallen twice and risen once, And loved a man who left me--and now there's you. Forgive me if I speak of madness, talk of love, Or rant of time; the blood within my veins Has slowed--an ivy-emerald liquid haze of fear; Just call me the green-eyed monster, My heart of ivy on my sleeve. |