The red sofa
Is my comfort
It's low back and cuboid
It's a nylon weave
I can sit or lean
On its my bottom height arm
And i can take a breath
Before I walk in to the unknown
I'm awaiting an interview
15 minutes early
So I'm in the lobby
With the sofa
And its the best thing in my life
It's soft and its comfy
It's a warm soothing hue
A sort of crimson-scarlet
And it's letting me calm
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Tuesday, 9 August 2016
06/08 The Red Sofa
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