Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2016
Happy birthday love, happy birthday God and goodness,
Safety and fear all mixed up
Happy birthday America and the end of the war,
Made up names and made up scratches on your little legs
Wrapped up in dramatic irony and meanness,
In poverty, in riches, in dreams and you are safe
Wrapped up in January
I would accept overhead lights and carpet,
The wrong colours
It makes you wince and grimace
You smile in the mirror and your cheeks glow
Roses on your skin
You are a rose on my skin
Happy birthday
branch of the vine
Written by
branch of the vine  22/F/England
(22/F/England)   
318
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems