Touch of featherdown,

Dresses my skin,

Peachy wrapped in satin,

Love washed from Crimson eyes once imprisoned,

Safe from realms of yesterdays tears,

Heart squashed into cylindrical pendulum,

Swinging in rhythm as metronome beats,

Metronome describes no rhyme or reason,

Just tap, drip, drip annoys,

As tears dry!

Livvi Kent 01/05/2013