ivy / poem

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silver highlight
glittering in the moonlight
lipsticks nearly lined up
next to the ivy on the walls
that creep up
embedding the walls in a gentle green case.
the curtains flutter in the light wind
my hair brushes against my face.
roses in a vase on the bedside table.
they're elegant and delicate
they remind me of you.
a velvet storybook of witch's fables
lies next to my bed
i know the princesses
are watching over me.
rain is dusting my bedsheets
but i don't mind
i am peaceful here
at one with those green
vines that creep up my walls.

wow i write crappy poetry too?? this gal's crappy writing is endless!

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