Greta Garbo
I want to be Greta Garboand hug my aloneness to me,
blot out the world of complexities
and chancers driving vans
with elf written in dust.
I want lawn mowers that
automatically work and a lover
who knows when to stay away
I want the sass and sway
of a Lauren Bacall
I want to dip into dreamland
where the visions are not
chaotic scenes of a mind in disarray
I want sun and sunshine
and a lover who knows
when its time to go home
I want simplicity and kindness
in a world that's grown cold
I want to walk through wind
in a halo of confetti
where memories are kind
visions of a little girl and
the steed she rode was a unicorn
who always knew, that when
the sun went down
tomorrow would always bloom.
I want to be Greta Garbo
with huge sunglasses and
flapping scarves,
I want the sky to be blue
and the grass to be green
I want a deep and husky voice
I just want to be alone.
Poetry by Elle

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Written on 2015-04-26 at 20:03




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