Georgia Potter

World of Curls

11 May 2011 / 1 Comment / Leave a Comment

It is no secret that I love you and your world of curls.
Black, glossy and rangy – they fall across us as we move together.
And though I am a world away, I hold them in my mind as I once held you.
But the space you filled is empty, a void as black as all those curls.
But still I hold it vacant for you my love, until to that world I do return.


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  1. Donna says:

    There is a beautiful song waiting to be born out of those words ….