Winter, Autumn, Summer, Spring by Cleo Patra - HTML preview

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WARM-BUTTER SCONES ARMS

 

When I was a young blossom rose bud

I was sent far away

The cold fish-walls eyes stole my soul

Crying between the iceberg-sheets of my bed

 

Golf balls in my mouth gave me an invisible voice

No friend to give me a smile or hold my hand

Dragon voices with green tongues slashed through my virgin-mind

Told me I would never sing solo with books

or dance with High School stars

 

My head hung for a while on the moon's shoulder

See-Saw nightmares engulfed my dreams at night

I screamed to get out of bed

Every ear is tuned into the deaf channel

Soaking wet bed sheets smiled toothless at me

 

Gale force winds swept me out of my bed

Ice cube baths started to be my future

Shivered and shaken my skin turned blue

No warm-butter scones arms to protect me

 

I voiceless asked God for help

I'm given a rainbow-sunrise smile

I learned to play golf with the golf balls in my mouth

Slowly blossom-hands were reaching for me

 

Scars were tattooed onto my blossom bud-soul

I believed the violin voices that I can't climb a mountain

The sun started to whisper in my ear

Stars unpainted my eyes

 

Eye of the tiger sang in my heart

I reached for a Heavenly ladder

Flown on angel wings

I swam in the freedom-waterfall