A blank piece of paper
Unscrambled letters
Metaphors flying across the room,
Hypnotised.
A bucket of white paint
Whitewashed fences
The last knock on the door,
Crestfallen.
Thirty five cygnets
Moving in the same direction
I choke on the sea salt,
Frozen.
A thousand letters from you
Anecdotes and poetry's
Words still won't suffice,
Rusted.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
A blank piece of paper
Unscrambled letters
Metaphors flying across the room,
Hypnotised.
A bucket of white paint
Whitewashed fences
The last knock on the door,
Crestfallen.
Thirty five cygnets
Moving in the same direction
I choke on the sea salt,
Frozen.
A thousand letters from you
Anecdotes and poetry's
Words still won't suffice,
Rusted.
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