Paint and Porcelain
© 2003 Black Tangled Heart
Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge is property of Baz Luhrmann.
Dedication: To my sweet darling Ashley Buttercup pie, whom I miss and love. Happy birthday.
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Her face an empty canvas; her mind a colourful brush
To paint on the expressions the world wishes to see.
Her body like pliable clay, moulded nightly into new forms
She becomes the embodiment of your wildest fantasy.
Underneath the kohl and lipstick are her tears
Inside her head lies a fragile mind toughened
By the rough grip of reality
One man distorted what she knew and before her laid a precarious path
To tread, and even she with dancer's feet, was caught off balance.
Descend she did, with tortured grace
Into his arms, and there she stayed, though her heart begged
Release
When they joined in movement together, turning their indifference to fire
She felt alive again, nearly ethereal
Thus wings unfurled upon her shoulders in sweetest redemption
And she flew above the heights of ecstasy
Until the wings burned in her passion's flame and delivered her swiftly
Into remorse's hands.
--
© 2003 Black Tangled Heart
Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge is property of Baz Luhrmann.
Dedication: To my sweet darling Ashley Buttercup pie, whom I miss and love. Happy birthday.
--
Her face an empty canvas; her mind a colourful brush
To paint on the expressions the world wishes to see.
Her body like pliable clay, moulded nightly into new forms
She becomes the embodiment of your wildest fantasy.
Underneath the kohl and lipstick are her tears
Inside her head lies a fragile mind toughened
By the rough grip of reality
One man distorted what she knew and before her laid a precarious path
To tread, and even she with dancer's feet, was caught off balance.
Descend she did, with tortured grace
Into his arms, and there she stayed, though her heart begged
Release
When they joined in movement together, turning their indifference to fire
She felt alive again, nearly ethereal
Thus wings unfurled upon her shoulders in sweetest redemption
And she flew above the heights of ecstasy
Until the wings burned in her passion's flame and delivered her swiftly
Into remorse's hands.
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