You come to me wearing rose-coloured glasses oblivious to their weight on your nose In rapture, you praise me In awe, you list my qualities transcribing everything you see in detail I’m… flawless rosy sunshine I shy away from your praise and wonder– I know my faults too well I’m not the woman you describe Yet you grin through a pink haze confidently telling me you seeContinueContinue reading “Coloured Glass”
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