PRETTY ART A pretty beast, a flaming heart. Fires ignition, all for art. Strands of ribbons. Tangled up intrinsically. In elastic, Beauty bound. From depths within the psychic hold. Cold as snow drops. They're kissing the rain. Warm as ribbons, a little frayed. Summer for winter winds, Come along pray let us trade. Beat winters marching. His tyrant, his tirade. Sharp and tart. Poetic art. Barter with him for lost summers bliss. (C) Livvi
Faceless Caroline square on your breast: it says your name! Heard them call it out then say Carolyn cause they always think: them's The same! YOUR FOOD'S READY! Caroline I heard them good cause I do listen a lot. I pointed at you and filled you in you laughed got up surprised to find I Wasn't just full of POT! Got your food said thanks a lot and your daughter said 'Hey Kafka! ' we Agreed to love him a lot! I listened to you speak in a foreign tongue, German it was: it was a very Pretty German! Yeah I read your name right from your striped breast and you looked at Me and sparkled through your glasses I kinda liked it... Faceless Caroline oh what a pretty face you coulda been anything but Then you came and ate by me!
