Practise doesn't quite make perfect
In theory we are
the perfect couple
but really I feel
that you think I'm unperfected
Seems reality wants us
to go insane,
normalized,
and theoretically loved.
How come you are the norm
and I turn into an exception
that have to be normalized?
How come we hate the artist
yet love the music played
as we love politics
even though we know
practise doesn't quite make perfect,
only theory remains unarmed.
It seems your in love with your motif
as an artist really should be
yet I fail to me more than a muse
drive you insane
keep you alive,
or so you say at least.
You want to undress me
and immortalise my appearance
Yet then you dress me up again
your visions make me over.
To you, I'm sketched
and you want to paint me
Your colours don't do me justice anymore
Poetry by CC
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Written on 2006-09-10 at 19:00
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In theory we are
the perfect couple
but really I feel
that you think I'm unperfected
Seems reality wants us
to go insane,
normalized,
and theoretically loved.
How come you are the norm
and I turn into an exception
that have to be normalized?
How come we hate the artist
yet love the music played
as we love politics
even though we know
practise doesn't quite make perfect,
only theory remains unarmed.
It seems your in love with your motif
as an artist really should be
yet I fail to me more than a muse
drive you insane
keep you alive,
or so you say at least.
You want to undress me
and immortalise my appearance
Yet then you dress me up again
your visions make me over.
To you, I'm sketched
and you want to paint me
Your colours don't do me justice anymore
Poetry by CC
Read 909 times
Written on 2006-09-10 at 19:00
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