poems

Buttercup

Buttercup.

22/12/2017

It’s okay buttercup, come take a sip.

It weeps if you will of sheer deceit.

A parable a book of sweet notoriety.

Look and see don’t be shy to me.

Sit quietly, fight internally with those open books.

Skirt worn legs, hair a mess, caress pages for lessons you undressed.

You knew in one look.

I was the figure for every lesson you never took.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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