A morn like yesterday, and the yesterdays before
Awake with indifference, with no reason for more
Until the time came, for what did I see
My words, no more my own, glaring back at me
Tremorous are the tantrums, in the atramental air
I could feel the vibrations, in the clouds forming there
Intense fulgurations, were blinding my sight
While blood boiling thunder, preempted delight
Grieving and seething, were the storms overhead
Leaving no respite, just right out of bed
This witness then wished it, was just a bad dream
‘fore stepping outside, to peaches and cream
The sky was a banquet, of beauty so rare
With sweetness and warmth, I’ll be dining up there
The nightmare was real, the suggestible no lie
Though I’ll feed my head, the comestible I spy
Take bits of my heart, to breed your false affection
Take shards of my soul, but not my confection
Take drops of my blood, to twist your own sentiment
But my peaches and cream skies, I’ll just dust with my peppermint
Now only a bad memory, and the day’s just begun
Saved by the sight of, a cloud adorned sun
Word thieves will be thieving, but I will go high
Instead I will dream of, a peaches and cream sky
Sounds like a lovely sunrise saved someone from certain wrath, I’m not sure how people make tantrums sound pretty but you did it 🙂
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Thanks! You know, I’m actually kinda pleased with it, too. A lot of it works well, flows nicely. Lemonade, I guess.
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Have you only done the two about Sia?
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Yeah, only 2 on here. The piece I posted today is part of a longer section but I didn’t want to post all of it.
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Ok. I read the other one first (couldn’t “Like” it for some reason). Feel free to post more 😉
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Uh huh, you “couldn’t” like it. Maybe I will 🙂
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I tried, but I just didn’t, I mean, couldn’t
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😉
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