above my head
all this picture of a perfect eve
flushed cheeks and the other colours
of my skin
wild flowers within this space
above my head and
other places where you
come away
taken with me
between the sojourn and the
flowers on your skin
the colours in place where
you can believe in me
being taken
you'll come away
like the colour competing
for my skin
baby believe in me
the turn my hart took for the worse
Friday, February 4, 2011
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