Low evenings persistently intrude Fancy parties & sensitive souls Facades draped in lush decor Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full
Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels Witnessing dancers locked in solitude Push away the day We don’t need another slow reveal
Battered old blank pages Waiting to be smeared by ink Disheveled by passing time Often fraught with more than we think Crisp white canvas no longer Absorbing life as a passerby So pause before you type A silent witness to these lies