Saturday, 19 February 2011

Slipping on violets



It's as though this day

was born to be beautiful.

I'm listening to song of the day

on repeat

as I cannot fathom why I've fallen

head over heels in love with the voice

of Emmy Lou Harris.

I just know her voice makes me feel

as though I'm slipping on violets.

The past,

the memories, all tangled today

around the shoelaces of my heart.

Oh,

and what of those stars you left on my pillow?

What ,

what of those?




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