Wednesday, December 16, 2009
gemma ward
i wish i have her hair, and her eyes.
and that pretty, pretty dress she's wearing
ditto to the gorgeous shoes
i love the oversize bangle she's wearing,
i can never pull that off, thanks to my horrendously small wrists.
she has small wrists too, but the bangles look awesome on her.
i wish i could sit on a swing like that, wearing what she's wearing,
and just go swinging all day,
away from the cold dolorous voices of reality calling my name,
away from the spine-chilling pressure of perfection,
away from past lovers and present hysterics,
i want to sit on the swing, just the swing and me, and smile at the faces of escapade, at an interminable hiatus, at the silence, and at the beauty of simple things,
of innocuous faith,
and perfection at it's fullest.
i love you most ardently, 7:51 PM.
