Little miss opinionated

brilliant

Person: Your music taste is shit.

Me: Shhh do you hear that?

Person: Hear what?

Me: It's the winds of me not giving a fuck

Me: (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ・。*。✧・゜゜・。✧。*・゜゜・✧。・゜゜・。*。・゜*

A Reflection

I mirror you in all that you do,

How you move and what you wear.

Every twist, turn, blink and twitch,

Stumble, trip or fall.

In perfect timing with you,

I have no mind of my own.

Merely A copy of the original,

No sound leaves my lips,

Although I imitate you perfectly.

When you smile, I smile too,

When you cry I cannot comfort you.

I will forever be just this.

Your double locked behind the glass.

A Recipe for Revenge

A pinch a salt in their tea,

An ounce of trickery.

1 roll of toilet paper, blocks the drain

Clean it with their tooth brush,

Drive them insane.

3 banana skins in their pillow case.

Fart at the table, watch their disgrace. 

2 AM alarm under their bed

Conveniently you’re not at home,

At a conference instead.

A dash of word twisting 

And a dollop of persisting.

Keep an eye on your timings.

Some say revenge is a dish best served cold. 

My Duvet

Her soft satin leopard print skin,

Wraps me protectively against the coldness of morning.

She is the heart of any bed room,

Warm to my touch,

And happy to see me.

She takes me in with open arms,

My guardian in the night,

Soothing my heavy head

And droopy eyes.

Like a mother she hugs me when Illness strikes,

Cradling me to her warm breast.

Pulling herself around me,

Kissing my cheek in slumber.

Pure comfort.