Aug 2013
pretty things
the sound of the clock
the colour of sunrise
the smell of fresh bread
the atmosphere of fairy lights
pretty things
the freedom in running away from yourself
the comfort found in old memories
the rainbows scattered by crystals
the way in which the moon protects the stars from the curtain of darkness
pretty things like
the way the books let you escape yourself
and the bitter-sweet taste of coffee in the morning
pretty things are*
the wind in your hair
the way in which blankets softly engulf you
and
the frosty morning air which hits you calmly
the sound of the clock
the colour of sunrise
the smell of fresh bread
the atmosphere of fairy lights
pretty things
the freedom in running away from yourself
the comfort found in old memories
the rainbows scattered by crystals
the way in which the moon protects the stars from the curtain of darkness
pretty things like
the way the books let you escape yourself
and the bitter-sweet taste of coffee in the morning
pretty things are*
the wind in your hair
the way in which blankets softly engulf you
and
the frosty morning air which hits you calmly
