Masterpiece
Too bad you knew me.
When I wasn't ready.
I wasn't ready.
Did I say, "Come and get me?"
Too bad I held on.
When you tried to tell me.
This was wrong.
Well, is this wrong?
I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green.
Isn't it strange to think that you created all of me?
Done by the hands of a broken artist.
You painted black where my naked heart is.
I finally know what wrong is.
Now I finally know that you bleed for nothing.
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking.
On display through a soul still breaking.
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
You can't erase these.
Lines you can't save me.
You can't display me.
You know what dismay means.
I can't even try to.
Remember what I knew.
Before I became your.
Model to claim no.
I am no masterpiece.
So strange that you made all of me.
I grew tired.
You expired.
You finished me.
Now that I'm all that you planned.
Well tell me what do you think?
Too bad you knew me.
I wasn't ready.
I am no masterpiece at all.
Courage, Robert
He saw a lonely girl.
She saw a lonely world.
It was a canvas,
slyly careless.
A florestan lieder.
And his was a dying breed.
Courage came only from
his symphonies.
A decorative smile
to fade out.
His concerto in A
Come on.
A second chance at love.
The moments dead.
Make you feel like it's never staying.
Made love to a baby grand.
A tempest refined inside his hands.
He had one girl, and one song.
Bone fide wine and roulade.
But he had to give it up.
His heart was raw.
But his fingers numb.
His first words were his last words.
An aesthete since first sun.
Come on.
A second chance at love.
The moments slept.
Make you feel like it's never staying.
It burned.
The first attempt or two.
But I remembered you.
I need that moment back.
Please don't, don't don't.
A tremor for death.
Ivories that sliced sedatives in half.
Releif in the Rhine.
Washed away regrets.
And let him char before he
carressed the ground.
Dear artist you will rise again.
A last arabesque in faint fashion.
Come on.
A second change at love.
The moments dead.
Make you feel like it's never ending.
It burned.
The first attempt or two.
But I remembered you.
I need that moment back.
Please don't forget.
He woke.
A final view of blue.
Dear cordias. Wet rouge.
Relieve romance to graves.
Please, please don't forget
Good music. I miss you and thanks. See you soon.
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