COLOR OF OUTDOORS

Strange Disease

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 23/11/2013

My hand shaped the smoke that blushed from your face
You’ve got a strange disease
You made me sick with your ragged, saucy ways
You made me crave your smile
What I wouldn’t do to breathe in your words
And sit quietly
Masking all desire
Here we are floating
In an imaginary haze
The colour in my cheeks
Give away my intentions
Boy I need an intervention
You’ve got a strange disease
And I
Have caught
You.

M.

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  1. Peter Fifield said, on 23/11/2013 at 8:24 PM

    Maybe it could be a disease that you may not want a cure for.. Great write.

  2. Mandy Joy Poole said, on 23/11/2013 at 8:25 PM

    Maybe not 😉


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