by Mattebreon » Thu Dec 15, 2011 5:03 am
I'll have a go at some redlining.
It was ice-cream headaches
And sweet avalanche.
When the pearls in our shells
Came out to dance.
You call me a bad tipper
Of the cradle.
With tired yawns
For fawns
On hunter's lawns.
We're the has been
Of husbands.
Sharpening the knives
Of young wives.
Take two years
And call me
When you're better.
Take teardrops of mine
And find yourself wetter.