Sunday, 12 April 2015


My friend once kept me up all night talking about her teenage hero on a horse. So I simply compile her excitement.
I become a little red
But down under it is something else
A sweet nothing spills out
Just by the thought of it
Into the blue I dive
A little on the top
And my heart spills out
For the one living in my memories
Pipe dreaming all night
Anticipating that all goes well