It’s bubbles are hot and the lava like acid burns
My throat tight from tasting anger
Twisting and turning as turbine
You spout nothing but searing air
To then forget goldfish-ly as the wind changes.
Your world has no room for anything of logic
It contains your grand vision
You the star of your own show
Roses falling at your feet in the hurrah
That you decided you deserved
And still you wait for it…
Ailsa
©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2019
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