Lily-livered

She’s dangerously living on the edge,
Weed and booze: her skidding sledge to escape
From everything that could confine her fleeing mind;

She’s a gust of wildest wind,
The kind that blows away everything,
She needs someone to embrace and kiss her life,
But she always denies;

She’s a delicate bud, wrapped in petals,
Living among thorns – she feels protected,
She’s pushing the limits of hazards around her,
Almost everyday;

She’s a beautiful vase with invisible cracks,
She knows no destination, just few broken tracks,
She needs someone to embrace and kiss her life,
But she always denies,

For she’s lily-livered of every good thing she deserves.

Escapism
Tim Walker

5 Comments Add yours

  1. I loved this. I have reblogged on Expressions.

    1. NEKNEERAJ says:

      Thank you, Sandra!

  2. Dave says:

    Drop the s from weed(s) small issue in an otherwise wonderful write.

    1. NEKNEERAJ says:

      Oh, yes. Thank you Dave.

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