They mock with the stars
rushing through veins
and the colors unseen
while chocking in pain
some things are more real
than tears of your shame
the ones you shed
when no one's there
you're indecisive
and why should you care
you know she knows it
you gave her the stare
you think she loves it
cause she gets to play
she can play when she wants it
there are plenty of hands
she pulls out the mirror
reflecting the stare
she knows what love is
she loved, she dared
she could have played it
would you even care
she reflected the joystick
she wasn't even there
that's how she knows it
you crave for safe game
you never had a rush
of pure love and faith
you could never want her
for other than to hate
to take all of her colors
one must see them first hand.
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| Infinity Room, Yayoi Kusama |
