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I have a hard time with the photograph line. I don't know what to replace it with.
The stains of time concealed the truth
For none the world to see
But pen and pad, in doubts respite
I wrote you poetry
I stitched each aching word to rest
In trust that you'd be mine
I begged for rhyme and reasons faith
But intellect declined
In harmony I sought repose
In rhythm I found sleep
But far within my indignant chest
A cancer rested deep
Benign, my eyes dismissed the past
As ink divulged the truth
I loved you once upon a time
My words preserve the proof
My fingerprints met photographs
As you coarsed through every vein
Content with spite, I wrote of you
I wrote with such disdain
I sobbed, reduced to infancy
But were you truly vile?
I followed each line laced in hate
With a subtle, toothless smile
To exhaustion I endured your reign
Like the elder in the sea
But unlike his torn and weathered face
This is not the fight for me
The time has come to you leave you dear
But not in "Leaves of Grass"
You burnt the the love I left with you
I rise from "Leaves of Ash"
I have a hard time with the photograph line. I don't know what to replace it with.
The stains of time concealed the truth
For none the world to see
But pen and pad, in doubts respite
I wrote you poetry
I stitched each aching word to rest
In trust that you'd be mine
I begged for rhyme and reasons faith
But intellect declined
In harmony I sought repose
In rhythm I found sleep
But far within my indignant chest
A cancer rested deep
Benign, my eyes dismissed the past
As ink divulged the truth
I loved you once upon a time
My words preserve the proof
My fingerprints met photographs
As you coarsed through every vein
Content with spite, I wrote of you
I wrote with such disdain
I sobbed, reduced to infancy
But were you truly vile?
I followed each line laced in hate
With a subtle, toothless smile
To exhaustion I endured your reign
Like the elder in the sea
But unlike his torn and weathered face
This is not the fight for me
The time has come to you leave you dear
But not in "Leaves of Grass"
You burnt the the love I left with you
I rise from "Leaves of Ash"