I go out into life each day
I do on my masks, and I play
Choose of me from the ones you like
I am an actor,
My worlds rarely collide.
If I could do a Neruda,
You would have smelt of summer roses
And Autumn pine.
There would have been sheer love
Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache
And loneliness bordering the divine.
You would have had so many secrets
Welling up as in a girly giggle
And so few friends who would hear them all.I am no Neruda
I can't paint you a Summer breeze
Amidst this long winter chill.
You would have smelt of summer roses
And Autumn pine.
There would have been sheer love
Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache
And loneliness bordering the divine.
You would have had so many secrets
Welling up as in a girly giggle
And so few friends who would hear them all.I am no Neruda
I can't paint you a Summer breeze
Amidst this long winter chill.
I think I am an actress too...l however; I see my worlds collide at times... How do you keep them separate?
ReplyDeleteI don't. But then, rarely do others know ? ;)
DeleteYour words put me in a trance. I'm probably going to quote these one day with your reference. Beautifully written :)
ReplyDeleteNow, these are your words too. Quote freely :)
DeleteVisited your blog. Refreshingly different. Loved it.
God...you said so much....amazing :)
ReplyDeleteI am no competition Sadia :)
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