??????????????????A Poem by sea lily
we work, we learn,
we hardly play we're not allowed to dream. these are dangerous times. i hibernate within my skin, drink tea and wait. eat ice-cream for lunch. every friday night clamber into beloved's purple cotton jogging bottoms and his oversized jumpers to feel warm. by day piercing my fingers with needles, until their tips are red and flushed or using them to mould paper around objects that don't speak. the grey window pane, reminds me that once again life is, could possibly be, is probably, bleak. i want to fly across the countryside, gaze into the dark and find myself again. i love you. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on October 9, 2009 Last Updated on October 9, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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