good words. |
well, hello! I'm ashley grace. I believe in words and love. this is my adventure. it's a weird one. for the most part, I'm liking it. I always remember to laugh. |
Her blue eyes
Pop
Out of her head
When words of
Tweedledum reach
Those pierced-but-still-
Sensitive ears.
The same eyes
Squint
Huddled to make
More space
For the smile spreading
Over her face
When Tweedledee did
Just as she
Expected.
With boxes sketched
Around them,
Painted a vivid red
Like Christmas,
They are always, unmistakeably
hers.