I get up
every mourning
to breaths of fresh air,
ran with my dog
in bottine avec talon
neighbours envious of
tight jeans and spunk
and no matter how many times
I leave, i always come back
to handwritten love notes.
Come back to
his grip,
he knows how to woo me
how to kill me with words
when he holds me
I close my eyes
remember the first time
our eyes and souls met
our bodies never lying.
Yet he disappears
when my voice carries
rain
he pretends i’m like the others
when my pain carries
splashes of colour
he never knew could mix together.
he knows it all
thinks i’m easy to manipulate
into sewn fabric
but i rip too easily
shrink when touched
melt in your mouth
and i can’t hold on
for much longer.
you’re stronger
faster
wiser
and thus
i’m weaker
under the lies
i do not trust
the truth.
It shifts
into reality.
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BEAUTIFUL!!!
Thank you my amazing friend xxx
You are welcome, amazing Friend! Xxx
Love the couplet
when my voice carries
rain
—CC
Thank you Chagall, love the painter btw.he’s one of my favourites.
His lithographs are pretty amazing. —CC
yes, his colors are dreamy
” but I rip too easily ” …me too Chrissy ….your poet soul so tender ….love , megxxx
don’t we though?
This is spectacular <3
Thank you Carisa for telling me. x
You are amazing. Beautiful
Wow, I’m blushing
Stunningly beautiful Chrissy..
thank you Paully x