She knew she had to stitch her dress.

She moved it from couch to couch.

Constantly being reminded, "that dress needs mending."     

She loved that dress. It was beautiful, shiny, so pretty.

It fit perfectly.

Yet the strap had been ripped.

Still attached yet

hanging with a cloud of knotted threads.

One night, she sat staring at that dress.

Thinking, "I really love that dress."

So she took out her bag of tools,

threaded a tiny delicate needle,

and she began.

She tried to push the broken piece

back into the hole where it was.

But it didn't work.

She tried again.

And again.

She thought, "I must cut it off, fully."

I must have a clean end.

So, she cut.

Then with patience and care, she wiggled and nudged.

Then, like magic,

the strap went into the place where it belonged.

"Yay", she thought.

It looked so nice.

Even better than she imagined.

So she stitched.

One stitch at a time.

From the inside out.

When she finished, she smiled and said,

"It's mended, and it's beautiful!"

A sailboat must sail...

so...

it made its way to the sea.

She opened her eyes from a dream

Everything was black and white

Then she looked in the mirror

And she was in color

my love, my love
only you
can save me from
this place i find
lost sight
of my love

my love, my love
I hear you now
in and from
don't forget
it's me, it said
my love

In the back 

of the cupboard  

Lies a secret I store

Without light or attention, no more

It wakes me at night,

tells me something's not right

Gonna clear out that cupboard, no more 

Romeo, in Dulwich

Avanti, avanti

Brit rough, all in tumble

M&S, thigh rugby

 

Gaze pull in, froze slowly

Avanti, avanti

Sea blue whim, wow caught me

Sweet pausing, where hasty

 

Just a mess, in sideswept

Avanti, avanti

Twist fate, Romeo's breath

In Dulwich, lost sightly