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Inspired by a recent exchange with a friend |
Tangled Tangled up and twisted My words, they fall away With locks charted and listed Like the things I'd like to say Tressed into a tale Woven in a braid Ringlets long and frail Of new looks we are afraid Designs and styles muted That didn't make the cut A plait so convoluted A plot so closed and shut Where heroes of the hour Leave a princess left unfound Rapunzel's in her tower … I'm tongue tied on the ground Midst locks of hair abandoned Fired orange at the tips Frosted white, I'm branded Burned by phantom lips Unaware they've marked me With eyes a sharp ice blue The truths I wish she could see Through lies I've marked as true Through words rhapsodic waxen The pony trail weaves Through tale strands, straw, flaxen A mane, yarn pale, leaves Wrapping round, a golden crown Swept back, such ends are split A story long, worn, up and down More than I would admit Cut short too often ending With a whimper, not a bang With tonal colours blending And a dye cast bell oft rang In eyes opaque and misted From the things I'd like to say Tangled up and twisted My words... they fall away |