Pillow Talk
She sits in her chairDay by dayWatching the green leaves turn brownAnd the sun waste awayHer mind gazes into the vortexWhere her dreams are awokenThere’s so much life in herBut still it remains unspokenA fruitful, rich and colourful treeTucked away in a shellGuarded from realityIt slips and hitsPressurePushPopCrackA fracture line detailed along the backHer glow is too bright to conceal No way...