grey
This is a day of rain and rough edges
missed trains and misunderstandings
hasty words and heartache, trigger points and throatache
Insecurities pressing down
Irritations rising up
Cat shit on the floor
Communication barred by a chasm of thorns
This is a day
with thick grey mist in the way
of any loving words we'd like to say
Poetry by Princess Charles
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Written on 2010-02-19 at 18:15
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