pale blue eyes // the velvet underground
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Clouds.
A boy in a field.
A girl with a paintbrush.
Two lovers fighting over who loves who more.
She mixes indigo and white,
to paint the sky above their heads.
Scratching her arm,
she paints three uneven lines of green.
He lays with a journal at hand.
His parents, fighting again, left him alone.
They probably don't know
that he's gone.
They adorn each others' bodies--
a big spoon,
and a little spoon.
"I love you more," he whispers.
She nestles him closer. "Liar.
The wind blows the white away,
revealing a pale blue sky.
She packs up her paints,
and pours herself some coffee.
He scrawls his final words
across his skin.
They make love
to the rhythm of
each other's
heartbeats.
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Poesía“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche /// (c) mockingjayde 2013 (c) respective artists and musicians.
