PORCELAIN CASTLE.
She lives in a porcelain castle.
She's stuck in a butterfly net.
Forgetting that they ever met.
One another, each other together fighting always.
Ever biting back.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever.
Porcelain castles they crack.
Fragile people hide inside.
Regretting things they can't decide.
Of yin and yang and cymbals bang.
Religious sounds of church bell clangers and hangers on.
Earrings of pearls and churlish girls.
Mothers and fathers and buckets of laughter.
Porcelain's not good for castle building.
Don't you dare to forget, ever, never ever
Porcelain castles they crack.
Clairvoyance dispelling of tears, well spent.
Destroying dark rumours over years and years.
She's crying without trying.
There ain't no more lying.
No biting or fighting.
Retrospective viewing the past with regret.
Heading for Dignity,
Luck of Lady Grey Day.
(c) Livvi