Friday, 31 October 2014

THE LAST CONVERSATION

ME:
 how do you want me?

HE:
       corseted as you cant breathe
        with skin pale as you cant bleed
       thin as a barbie...
       lashes too heavy you cant see
       that looking at you
     I  don't see past the view
       you  painstakingly renew
       You
       my dear are a cheap clone
       of plastic and silly-cone droves
Botox enhanced and hydrogen blown
but don't worry my sweet tote
for that is how i took note
and remains the adhesive that we still holds