Still Life
She runs hot and quickly cold,
Hands on hips, she bats her eyes,
She is innocent and honest
When you see through her disguise
A sarcastic, smart-ass cynic
Without hindsight, without shame
Defying decay, she will not be caught
Frozen in 8x10 frame
She is beautiful like a thunderstorm
Beautiful like the promise of truth
And all the pain of her tragedy
And the resilience of her youth
Beautiful like survival, like sin
And I know I'll never forget
My one-time Muse,
My chance never taken
My own desperate regret
She is wearing my salvation
She brings me to my knees
She leaves me speechless,
Leaves me breathless,
But she never sees
My unspoken, unrequited devotion
My silent revelries
I was waiting for my moment
I was content to wait
The moment came, for someone else
We make our own fate
Beautiful, like a dream
Never realized, but I can't forget
My secret savior, my obscene angel
My one desperate regret
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A love song for someone who embodied many contradictions.
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