Your tissue promises flit around
Colouring in my dreams,
Banishing my frowns,
Promising me wonders of life extremes,
Though tissue promises are all that they are.
Flitting around like manic sprites,
Flying ,spinning, acting bizarre,
Tissue promises just aren't right!
Don't colour my world,
I'll take black and white,
Cos tissue promises always get torn,
Constant disappointments just leaves
My inner magic, destroyed, forlorn!
Submitted to In Tandem where art and poetry come together ....thanks to Chelsea for the lovely painting which I thought looked very textural and like tissue !