The Best Kept Secret

Nothing left Nothing left but beauty All passed All passed but still here An illusion An illusion you created To bathe yourself in ever hot tears Copyright © MW the Mermaid. All rights reserved. Advertisements

The New Young

Crimson lip colour Rosy blush and heavy mascara Flung them off behind Into the air, all into the air Fake smiles and surprises Chitty chats and flowery galas Thrown them away as I climb higher Higher onto the mountain with nothing Nothing but good air Where I smile when I smile And chant what I… Continue reading The New Young