If things could be changed they would be.
And so they will be,
As morning calls, all that stretches me unbearably shall be gone,
So shall be I.
As leaves on the tree fall in autumn, so indeed will I.
Sat on the edge of porcelain teacup,
Been dropped too many times.
I'm sat on the edge of a saucer that's tipping.
I'm drowning in tea and it's not me.
It's been dripping like the wax of an infernal candle,
Leaving the nasty after smell of having been put out.
Tomorrow, my life will change,
But only for the better.
The weight of three little letters.
That weigh at least a ton,
will be gone.
I'll just be plain Olivia.
I'm dropping the RGN.
Then I won't drowning in cold tea, at the edge of a tatty saucer.
I'll be toasting sanity in a coffee mug.
(C) LIVVI