Sunday

Lying on the grass on a sunny sunday afternoon.

A little red dress,

or maybe it was white.

Distorted figures

slowly shimmering into the light.

Rosie, Rosie, Rosie.

Who painted your new face?

Please come into my sight.

Please don't trust that halo in the sky.

Buster breathed a mushroom pie.

Who said Danny killed the funny guy?

Suitcases, coffee, kite.

Who switched dusk for twilight?

Reviews

[PadfootBlack]

Omigosh I love this. It's lovely... great write!