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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Artist . . . Ben
[time] => 2007-07-14 01:27:33
[hometext] => A poem about a girl named lavinia chandler, who's legacy was but to follow in her mother Darcy Chandler's foot steps . . .
[bodytext] => High up in a hidden loft above a city street, the artist paint's a portrait of the love she hope's to meet. A friend to fill her empty life with love forever more, she paint's a portrait of an angel standing at her door. Upon his face she pain't a smile so beautiful to see, and then she stop's and stare's awhile if only it could be. Of course it's just a portrait this she know's to well, amidst her lonely loft she paint's and drink's her self to hell. The artist paint's a vivid dream soon to go to sleep, yet in her heart she's wide awake her soul can hear her weep. Alone she'll rise to face the dawn there'll be no sun today, the one she love'd has come and gone the rain is here to stay. Oh lavinia chandler what ever shall you do?, the curse your mother once endured has now befallen you. Darcy's love was like no other so beautiful she was, i should know i love'd her so the way a young man does. Somewhere all alone in time darcy she now walk's, forever more to pen her rhymes and to herself she talk's. Oh listen sweet lavinia can you hear her now?, she want's to tell you something she hope's you'll hear some how. Lavinia if your listening mother says to you, i hope you can forgive this man for once i love'd him true. Yet like the wind he to was wild and still i love'd him so, my sweet lavinia your his child i thought you ought to know. Lavinia tried to understand holding back her tears, the greatest artist in the world couldn't paint her stolen years. What could she do now that she knew lavinia paint's no more, so much for drinks and dreams come true and angels at the door. Ben [comments] => 6 [counter] => 247 [topic] => 13 [informant] => myheartsvoice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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