Tuesday, 3 May 2016


Are you afraid of sadness
Do you think that this will be like the heavy rains you once knew
The type that mould the earth they land on

In my mind there is a bench of iron
Sat beneath bubblegum cherry blossom
A little girl is singing her voice sounds like tears

I have happy poems beneath a thumb and a finger
Between promises of a tomorrow that is sweeter than today

I see beauty and it swells in my heart
it overfills , spills onto grey pavements
Moments I can't keep , can't share

If my eyes are a prism
Then I am looking for space for all this light

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