Never, Always

dreamy mouthed girl.
oh look,
you've come without.
left your heart undressed.
sad, bedroom-eyed girl.
behind your back
you're making a face.
once glad girl,
milk soaked flesh.
bound only by confession
and you confess.
riot of tears
he left you with.
any moment now,
porcelain doll, pixie face,
if now, your life has turned,
like a cotton dress,
inside out and crumpled
on the floor,  
by some fraction of time,
some slice of space,
your dreams will always
come back to you,
dreams never die.

 Lisa Zaran


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