Mist and Blaze
Mist and Blaze
Mirror and my face
Down in sorrow a fraction of me
A ice burning tea .
In a Place of flakes of fake
judgemental parade
I can't just sit and laugh in grace
In this crazy maze
Not
my sensitive blaze ..
The defeatist mist
Please don't say that to my face
I will probably see it as a pessimist
I'm a optimist
Grabbing me by the wrist
the trust mist
My sensitive blaze
The panic raise
The undefined gaze
The confused days
The stare phase.
Overthink
In a enamoured blink
Click.
Flick.
Im fine . One worry shrink
Imperceptible nod
Thw blazes and mists reciprocate
A Rest ... For a minute
Copyright © Rose Lil | Year Posted 2016
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