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Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016
You're sharp edges
And I am whole
No more.


--Watercolour
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016
And maybe we're all unknown little Van Goghs
Self mutilating our hearts
In the name of love.


--Watercolour
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016
He was not trying to die, my dear.
He was merely struggling to live.


--Watercolour
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016
Hazel eyes on the bus
I looked for you,
You looked for me.


--Watercolour
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016
There in the garden
I waited and waited
So patiently.

I waited for hours,
Days, almost a century.

There in the garden
I could have died
From longing.

Many a thing occurred
Before my sight.

Many died,
Many were born,
Some were reborn.

I waited for days
And the sun stood still.

It was only a minute.


--Watercolour
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016
I have dreams that I once was
A free majestic albino peacock,
Jewellery trapped under a rock.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams  that I once was
An old tree covered in snow,
Winds that took an eastern blow.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A poor little drowning fish,
A silver ring left to tarnish.
I have dreams that I never was.

I have dreams that I once was
A lot of things and one thing,
But I never was anything.
I have dreams that I once was.


--Watercolour
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2016
Big loud words,
Never heard.


-Watercolour
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