I know you still like old fashioned waltzes
Your reflection in the mirror
That you flirt with as you glide across the floor
Do you still keep paper flowers
in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace?
Taking them out every year
to watch the colors fade away?
Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
minimalist and bright .. such a beautiful space
For the psychic children.
Please be gone I’m tired of you
What have you got to lose?
Find the beauty in create your own space
I decided to deep clean my room before the new year, so I could go into this year with a little less stress.