QUEEN OF STEIN

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There’s always an ugly seduction on a scene of a broken doll,So why still pray to the angel of glass? And as crystals rip through our eyes, The clock strikes 12 revealing all our nightmares on every walls, Cut through the lace and you will find Nothing but a shattered porcelain butterflies

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem : Fragile Water by Camille Tambe

What are fragile waters but truth stained upon lips of a lover

Forgiven follies in the eyes resolutions

A fact torn apart from a heart and placed in an absolute mind

Tribulations given! And a moment so mental that you break by breath

What are these fragile waters but selfish solutions?

A ransom paid by a guilty hostage, with every blink, it cages in on them two

Why must they burst out of children and scatter across the sun

Like lucid butterflies fleeting into the arm of refusal to our reality

Fragile waters, bitter the taste, but as sweet just the same

An emotion untouched, incorruptible! A moment so innocent in absolution

In these single pale attributes I am given certainty of their existence

To creatures like me, we find them puckish

They are forever unknown to my scared kind, or have we simply forgotten their scent?

Only that they fall with honesty and lies

Denying fictional truth, stitching it within the tongue

Fragile waters are you forgiven follies in eyes of resolution?

Or are you nothing more but stain upon a lover’s lips?

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