Birds
of paradise,
in
mine.
A
lemon tree
where
the fruit cannot be picked
The
sad ivy grows
The
lonely goldfish swim
the
tables have been removed.
Initialed
bricks wetted by rain
look
in at me sadly.
No
more candles burn
Chess
played
The
smell of coffee has been removed
All
of her playmates
lovers
friends
have
left her
They
look out
She
looks in
To
be together again would be "SIN!"
Such
a sin,
to
be happy
expressing
feelings
laughter
pure
joy.
Her
mirror does not reflect them anymore.
They
are gone,
forced
away because...
she
wasn't good enough.
But
they love her and wish to be with her again.
Like
before.
But
instead they stay inside,
warm
and dry.
As
she waits forever outside
drenched
in Kelly's tears.
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