Willow Tree Figurines

We're rusting away with the dank English weather, adjacent figurines posing as lovers. There's speculation that the sun has gone out and we're so lost. But we turn our smiles upside down and use them as umbrellas, a bleak stench of friction clings to your sweater, from twisting my arm with your girly charms and you know...

We often collide, when the feeling is right and the silhouettes of teenage bodies are concaved into a mattress... and we, fell alseep for days.

We are not permanent, like cheap plastic flowers that I placed by your bedside...to keep your blood warm, you wrap yourself in my coat, well it might just save you for now. And you know...

We often collide, when the feeling is right and the silhouettes of teenage bodies are concaved into a mattress...and we, fell asleep for days.

Written by Vincent White - 2004