Burst my Bubble
…and when the right bubble appears –
it won’t burst in your eyes with salty tears,
it won’t be your black mirror, it won’t sweep your dreams away.
And so, inside your bubble you’ll want to stay
and for another day –
and another day –
how can there be another way?
Stay safe, my dear,
for all bubbles look the same.
But don’t you carry the shame –
burst, burst, burst, burst, burst.
Bubbles… they tend to sneak into your thirst.
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The image above is one of my artworks, and it’s called ‘Burst’.
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