Friday, 3 May 2013

Looking For A Rose Called Elsa

No one wins this game
We're a morning lapsed
Into evening by a bird
Crawling on the curb
Caught by a cat
And left half for dead
And it's a strange world women
Weave sometimes
Taking sunrise in their eyes
There's a wisdom in the smiles
We give our hearts to.

I'm a cat on a bench
Looking for a rose called Elsa
In a moment of promise
And a wave of doubt.
Maybe I'm a ghost
And hers are the eyes
I live my life through.
Maybe it's the year
Twenty billion and 22.
You just can't win a game
You're not invited to.

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