A rectangular frame,
A creamy silky background,
A dark and preachy outline,
A stark contrasting layout,
An eye that’s looking past me,
A secret so astounding,
A field of corn and prairies,
A splashing pond that’s flailing,
A mouth that’s almost grinning,
Fixated in a freeze shot,
Between some charming broad smile,
And a Buckingham Palace work look,
A square jaw with trimmed beards,
A chin that’s dipped and bulging,
I sat for just a heartbeat, but took the portrait all in,
And walked away so haunted, that feeling when you’re
burning,
Alone inside that big hall, the echo and the dust,
A diamond in the rough? No, a gem just doomed to rust,
A 5’9 footer in a cheap ass hoodie,
A blanks top shooter and a fan of Woody,
He walks home sad looking sick and spooky,
The ace bites dust, ‘nother day spent fully
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