A bead of turquoise glass
A bead of patterned wood
A bead in your hair.
I broke my string of beads.
Scattered across the room they went -
Like people in the city -
Sucked up into the hoover
Except for a lone pink heart beneath the radiator.
I took my survivor,
Held it tight in my pocket,
And fiddled with it on the bus
As we careered through the town.
When I see you next, you'll be entrusted
With my little bead.
Maybe you could put it in your hair?
Maybe you could think of me?
Author notes
I think this will be added to later.
But for now.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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epic
that is so gamoowee!
i love the whole bead thing going on!
it's awesome =)
i think you should leave it as it is =)
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