Flames dance with feathers while muscles knot up
Time remembers ribbons are always caught up
Bamboo reminds me to grow far around
When echoes and slow motion hear what I found
Light bubbles and shades curtain a spilt man
Obsessive and torn, smoke does what it can
Faded photographs and unread books
Concepts forgotten and distracted looks
Candles, quilts and flags dance free but proud
Empty white walls are disturbing and loud
Shadows and crystal balls give a great peace
Wondering how a page feels to catch a sharp crease
My missiles hang on display like dead warriors on floors
Covered in rose pedals behind all my closed doors
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
