Perhaps I’ve sat
Up here
Too long
But I could see
In the air
Tonight
A castle
Or was it a fortress?
Or nothing?
Against the gold over there.
– Gill McGrath. Diary.
Tag: talking to myself
Listen in on some harsh pigeon talk……
I can’t believe
You lied to me again today
You said you loved me
You even called me beautiful
You placed a silver charm
And cast a spell on me
I turned your name
Into a jewel
A purple amethyst
You just found another game
For me to play-
Over and Over again
I call your name
And now I hear it rhyme with
Everything I say!
Gill McGrath© Avis sedet in imbrem aureum.
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