The Model

 

The mockingjay,
mocks your song.
Relaying it back to me.

With choirs,
of shrilling voice,
Blended to yours

A entwining kiss,
Of your sound
Taunts me

Why did you stay
Torturing my art
With your sweet beauty

Do you laugh
At my hopelessness,
Amused with my marvel

How could you resist ?
Andy said, “Only the ugly are artist.”

You were never ugly, nor an artist.

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