fragment 2

As every incandescent light bulb goes off
with a flick of your dainty wrist.
You ask me to tell a story
"make it happy"
So I unwind you threads of wild ponies
with tamed hearts.
I wring my hands  and you fall asleep.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a thought.

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lyrycsyntyme's picture

Did they come clean?

Did they come clean?

sanctus's picture

Nicely written

Nicely written