A voice in the morning niggles at my head.
Not the voice of schizophrenia.
A real voice indeed.
Before I fall I think of you.
And when I wake I do so too.
It’s all very weird.
To me endeared.
Let’s pretend we’re not friends.
I wonder.
The stars lace the sky in diamond rings.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
For me, it’s work.
With its trials and tribulations.
Just puts some pennies in my pocket.
I am a realist for now.
Believe not in love.
She’s a holy cow.
Always let her rip me to pieces, don’t know how!
(c) Livvi 2014
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
A voice in the morning niggles at my head.
Not the voice of schizophrenia.
A real voice indeed.
Before I fall I think of you.
And when I wake I do so too.
It’s all very weird.
To me endeared.
Let’s pretend we’re not friends.
I wonder.
The stars lace the sky in diamond rings.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
For me, it’s work.
With its trials and tribulations.
Just puts some pennies in my pocket.
I am a realist for now.
Believe not in love.
She’s a holy cow.
Always let her rip me to pieces, don’t know how!
(c) Livvi 2014
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