Oh sweet night. Goodnight. Goodnight. All of the stars have come out to play with us, as
we dance away in to the moonlight. The sweet, cool night air kisses our hot skin, as we
run through the fields completely bare and ourselves. Our love takes us through the long
starry night, until the smell of the honeysuckle reaches us and the morning brings the
sunrise. We’ll say our goodbyes to the sweet night.
I was hunting for ideas when I came across this. Enjoy.
My house is cold tonight. The floor creeks in protest and I drag myself into the bathroom,
I’ve spent more time on my feet today than my body has wanted me too; It’s upset with
me. I stare into the bathroom mirror and my pasty face and strawberry hair stare back at
me, with an expression that says, “You look like shit, go do something about it.” I give
the reflection the finger. I’m noticing more and more blond streaks in my hair as the
red starts to take its summer vacation, not like anyone really noticed the red in my hair
before. Just like no one notices that my eyes aren’t blue. People aren’t very observant.
I’m not saying I want people to stare at me, I’m just saying; keep your fucking mouths
shut, that’s all. My face looks less than impressed with me in the mirror. “Fuck Off.” I
tell it “make this blond a green eyed strawberry.”
Written in 2010. Inspired by my living situation at the time