next yearA Poem by sea lily
next year,
when the holly and the ivy have disappeared into the ground. and we've plucked all the mistletoe berries and run out of kisses... i will be better. taking the tonic that releases me from it. insanity of caring too much. and the inability to love any man's touch. i'll do a quick christianity, and learn forgiveness to injure any priest's self-righteous vanity. i won't flinch at long red hair and an insolent stare. that half a stone (from being alone) will disappear. and the weight of it all. when i am so small. he'll be lying if he repeats; "you don't live in reality." i'll grow up and reclaim my sanity. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on December 24, 2009 Last Updated on December 24, 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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