Honesty is
a billowing cloak; translucent white, yet
quick to become opaque.
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Gorgeous and short;
who'd have thought
you'd still be here now.
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It’s your birthday today Mum.
And wherever you are, near or far,
I want you to know that we remember you.
Not just today, but every day,
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I drowned him and boiled him inside.
Cracked him open and had him fried.
I scrambled his head
And when questioned I said
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It is the land of nothing, ‘cept Godly whites.
The land of magic; the Northern Lights.
It is the land of mystery, and inspires awe.
The land in which there is no flaw.
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White lines whiz past,
trying to shape my World.
They trap me on every side, closing me in.
They are sharp, strict and unbending,
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You held me close and stroked my hair -
promised you’d be all you could be.
You swore we’d stay together there
- don’t you remember changing me?
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They sit there, on their plateau, still fresh from chocolate gateau
as a symbol of all that’s wrong
Such judgmental crockery; making such a mockery
of my feeble life all along
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Why don’t you believe me when I say you’re amazing?
When I say you have the most handsome face?
Why don’t believe me when I tell you I dream of it?
When I say its your lines, with my finger, I trace?
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You’re miles away, yet
You’re not so far.
For there’s a place where I know
You always are.
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