A Thing of Beauty
Alone in the pool, at cafe, on site;
Or dresses up for the occasion
And walks in beauty like the night.
Controls her expressions
When she knows you are looking;
Holds wine at a party,
Sweetly laughing, sweetly sipping.
When she knows you are looking;
Holds wine at a party,
Sweetly laughing, sweetly sipping.
Having removed her make-up,
Slipping out of her heels;
Having returned home late,
When she cooks you meals.
Slipping out of her heels;
Having returned home late,
When she cooks you meals.
Swiping sweat off her face,
As she types on her laptop;
Smiling unknowing at a text
When she scrolls on her cellphone.
As she types on her laptop;
Smiling unknowing at a text
When she scrolls on her cellphone.
Potting plants in the morning,
And reading dystopian at night;
Putting questions without marks
When she beams at your sight.
And reading dystopian at night;
Putting questions without marks
When she beams at your sight.
When she paints her nails grey
While listening to the sound of raindrops
Falling on the grey of the roof
Similar to the colour of the cigarette ash
While listening to the sound of raindrops
Falling on the grey of the roof
Similar to the colour of the cigarette ash
Dropped in the tray kept by the side
Of the bed of her clumsy apartment -
THAT is when you finally see her.
Of the bed of her clumsy apartment -
THAT is when you finally see her.
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