Rings of Curls

Mon, 03/28/2016 - 22:50 -- C4Twin

Choas rang its bell that day

Surrounded by desert

I somehow felt trapped all day

Without her rings of curls

There was no meanig in the world

A sight came to me

A reflection no doubt

In this world all alone

Yet a girl with rings of curls

Stood facing me

Tall and thin

Boots and jeans

A reflection of me

And still someone else entirely

A girl of rings and curls

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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