The soft brush glides my aged papyrus skin, as it tickles every milli-metre of my being. A strange sensation never felt on my flat sheets, like a virgin's first touch.
I once stood beauty adorned, by the gaze of a naked eye, sheets of glory ablaze.
What is this foreign, flowing femme fatale?
My chest heaves and splutters, as it engulfs the expanse, of my silent pleas. I am glued steadfast to the only friend I've ever known.
My only escape, to peel my skin forward, and surely, and slowly perish into the timeless silence.
But suddenly like the dawn of day, I feel the glow of life reborn, as if a Phoenix rising from the ashes!
My weathered look, past and gone like a summers storm, as I stand ridges raised in my coloured coat
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
The soft brush glides my aged papyrus skin, as it tickles every milli-metre of my being. A strange sensation never felt on my flat sheets, like a virgin's first touch.
I once stood beauty adorned, by the gaze of a naked eye, sheets of glory ablaze.
What is this foreign, flowing femme fatale?
My chest heaves and splutters, as it engulfs the expanse, of my silent pleas. I am glued steadfast to the only friend I've ever known.
My only escape, to peel my skin forward, and surely, and slowly perish into the timeless silence.
But suddenly like the dawn of day, I feel the glow of life reborn, as if a Phoenix rising from the ashes!
My weathered look, past and gone like a summers storm, as I stand ridges raised in my coloured coat
Wrote this about wallpaper being painted