There is something
mundane,
simple,
normal,
regular -- to your eyes.
But to the girl with eyes of milkyway
It is something of dreams,
of sugar and spice,
but sadly not
everything nice.
But yes,
a dream of sorts.
A dream of dreamer,
it sparkles shyly, giggling and holding daisies at your doorstep.
"Would you like my box of chocalates, sir?"
"How much are they?"
"I'm afraid it will cost something."
1 comment:
At first it seems like an insult...but the person admits the eyes are something of dreams...I think you could seperate the poem into two different things. The "holding daisies at your doorstep" and the chocolates, and the conversation, could all be something else. Perhaps another poem, a story-poem, about a man who hears a knock at her door and there is a person selling chocolates. Or a story beginning with the line, "How much are they?" or some such.
I really like the dialogue at the end. :)
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