She's painted as a lonely soul,
she is not,
aesthetic in her heart and mind,
she is an exquisite work of art,
she's waiting to be recognised.
A masterpiece of soul inside,
she is painted on a canvas,
in tones of royal blue,
an accoutrement of scarlet stripes,
she caught them on her painted lips.
She is sat at the daytime terminus,
she is eating ice cream,
freezing cold,
while sipping at her plastic straw,
filled up with diet lemonade,
it sates her need for sugar and it keeps her fizz alive!
(C) Livvi
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
She's painted as a lonely soul,
she is not,
aesthetic in her heart and mind,
she is an exquisite work of art,
she's waiting to be recognised.
A masterpiece of soul inside,
she is painted on a canvas,
in tones of royal blue,
an accoutrement of scarlet stripes,
she caught them on her painted lips.
She is sat at the daytime terminus,
she is eating ice cream,
freezing cold,
while sipping at her plastic straw,
filled up with diet lemonade,
it sates her need for sugar and it keeps her fizz alive!
(C) Livvi
I wrote this sitting at the train station after work, having been told my train was being delayed...only way to fill my time...a spot of poetry!
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