Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.
A minute till the show feels like it is a year.
Fools rush in, but you’re fearful of your tread.
Your TV’s black and white, but Lucy’s hair is red.
The cover is destroyed, the book not rifled through.
Those eyes convey a lie, those lips insist it’s true.
Her face is so serene, but her heart has run amok.
He’s doing it all right, but he’s never felt so stuck.
The dress looks old fashioned, but it is in fact on trend.
There’s an ellipsis in the air…
but a period at the end.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.
A minute till the show feels like it is a year.
Fools rush in, but you’re fearful of your tread.
Your TV’s black and white, but Lucy’s hair is red.
The cover is destroyed, the book not rifled through.
Those eyes convey a lie, those lips insist it’s true.
Her face is so serene, but her heart has run amok.
He’s doing it all right, but he’s never felt so stuck.
The dress looks old fashioned, but it is in fact on trend.
There’s an ellipsis in the air…
but a period at the end.
