Untitled.

Something I wrote one night when I couldn't sleep.

31/5/08

Blue eyed day dreamer,
sing your little heart out,
fragile bones dancing,
skin like the porcelain of a doll,
colder than ice,
so he holds you tight,
under his coat,
the safest place of all.
Stroll under the old oaks,
sipping the late Autumn breeze,
finding a boy that never ceases to amaze you this way is rare.

Reviews

[Gus McFarland]

Very passionate. Well done Liz.

[Liz]

It's written about a boy I used to be with, but applies to my current love also =]

[Aimee Mahathy]

Holy crap. What did you do? Look into a crystal ball at my life? O_O
Really... this is honesty very familiar to what me and my fiancee have. And too similar to the other night. What's even more eerie is that just from reading this I caught the same feeling it gave me then! Now that's talent!
I love the way you word things, cut off that thought, ram right into another- and it works! It's brilliant!
Again, just like a blip, a literary snapshot- but everything is transmitted. Wonderful!

[RM Creswell]

I REALLY like this one. Awesome.