Daughter of a dancer,
The stars say she's a Cancer,
Yet she's too absent for such words.
Yesterday's truth, today's dream,
She's a long lost friend left upstream
On one's way to the grand ocean.
I apologize to you, hazel-eyed,
We both know that both of us lied
When we promised a lasting pact.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
