it is a day of sunshine,
yet i am chained
to a desk.
balancing budgets.
but oh! how the sun calls.
it whispers,
sweet, slices of
watermelon dreams,
in to my ears.
it murmurs, bubbling
brooks of tantalizingly,
**** homemade
lemon-limeade.
it talks, incessently
of mangos, eaten warm
and straight from
the skin...
it beckons me, to sin,
to walk barefoot, across
forbidden grass...
to the sand...to the sea
oh! how the
springtime sun
beckons me....
yet,
here i sit,
admist budget misery....
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
it is a day of sunshine,
yet i am chained
to a desk.
balancing budgets.
but oh! how the sun calls.
it whispers,
sweet, slices of
watermelon dreams,
in to my ears.
it murmurs, bubbling
brooks of tantalizingly,
**** homemade
lemon-limeade.
it talks, incessently
of mangos, eaten warm
and straight from
the skin...
it beckons me, to sin,
to walk barefoot, across
forbidden grass...
to the sand...to the sea
oh! how the
springtime sun
beckons me....
yet,
here i sit,
admist budget misery....
it's enough to make a grown
girl cry.....but deadlines are
immminent.
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