Your sticky illusions
When Moon rises higher
Create set of fusions
And hidden desire,
Your candy-cane wisdom
Clad in a pink dress
Awokes ancient Sodom
In school-crawling mess...
Whatever you do-
Brother Fox will forgive
Your eyes' crystal dew
Oh, how they perceive
In darkness of childhood-
Rebellious youth
That silently shutters,
That suddenly broods
And all your small lies
Seem suddenly grow
You feel like a part
Of freaks-bound show;
I'm blinking like mad-
You're grand in your tears,
My feelings are wiped off
By all of your fears,
But then at the bottom
Love all that I feel
For you are my Tar Kid,
For you are my Seal.
Tar Kid To Daria
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2012
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