sickboy66

If I Was Born On The Right Side of Town

Didn't I have a wondrous childhood
Upon a wishing well, or
On the infinite roseola roads to home
Learning of desire without need

Can you see, it was here; I gave you the first rose
A portal
A prose
A portrait
The awareness of wonder

Expectations erect, a thin line
Not easy to bare
Loneness we would soon wear
Like matching expressions

With the ashes of our souls
I shall make a wonderful cup of tea