Wednesday
Tuesday
Sunday
sequins embedded into cracks of skin
hung loose in ringlets of tossled hair
tiny delusional mirrors of the world
look here in my hand
rose tinted love blossoms
your kisses in the red sunrise
or here upon my lap
life so grey and insignificant
waves crash upon our heads
crushing our souls
yet if you look here
deep into my eyes
a place you avoid
see the real mirror
not one of the circus hall
nor that which hangs upon your wall
this speaks of pain, passion and truth
hung loose in ringlets of tossled hair
tiny delusional mirrors of the world
look here in my hand
rose tinted love blossoms
your kisses in the red sunrise
or here upon my lap
life so grey and insignificant
waves crash upon our heads
crushing our souls
yet if you look here
deep into my eyes
a place you avoid
see the real mirror
not one of the circus hall
nor that which hangs upon your wall
this speaks of pain, passion and truth
xxx
Friday
summer is fast approaching
my cheeks are tinged pink and arms freckled like speckled eggs
the pokadot shorts haunt me from there draw
but the floppy candifloss pink hat floats over and slomps upon my head
my new house in september is longing to be filled with my bits and bobs
new faces become old and the old new
mistakes have been made
but the heart hopes that with the summer sun and the imprints of grass upon our bodies
everything will be ....
1,2
my cheeks are tinged pink and arms freckled like speckled eggs
the pokadot shorts haunt me from there draw
but the floppy candifloss pink hat floats over and slomps upon my head
my new house in september is longing to be filled with my bits and bobs
new faces become old and the old new
mistakes have been made
but the heart hopes that with the summer sun and the imprints of grass upon our bodies
everything will be ....
magical
1,2
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