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I once saw this woman in my staircase
I mean, no, I don't live there anymore
I once saw this woman, who was older than me
I mean, no.

I once saw this woman and all her demons
I can only remember the texture of her skin
How brittle and gray it was, like all her years
And her hair was dirty black

She was not beautiful
And she was surprised
That I looked at her
Especially like that

She wasn't that much older than me
And I wasn't even attracted to her
But my heart stood still that morning
For no reason at all

My words, my own words, are not good enough
Not simple enough, not rough enough
To describe the first step, on the first stair
While I was passing besides her hair

It was like all her life was falling down on me

And I couldn't do anything at all
I've painted that woman and all her demons
The painting is right here on the wall
Still, I feel it's not enough

I could go back there and see her again
Maybe talk to her, make her smile
That should always be the first step
But still, I could never save that woman
Or myself...

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The following comments are for "Dirty portrait"
by Paradox

um hum...
i see greatness in you piece...write from your heart and they will listen.

( Posted by: PAPALAS [Member] On: August 24, 2011 )

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