Emily

**1.13.10**

This room.. Its alone and dark.
Time for my feelings and me to embark Fine and simple estuary Right before the sanctuary So quiet.. yet so loud Standing on the side is a white pillar mound Fake petals and leaves prance around With an elegant and graceful sound What is that smell? Staying in my nose, oh so well? Simple smell, yet divine A crooked picture gropes the wall And another one a little more tall A couch for sitting and a chair for rocking As the lights do their mocking Just a simple little room That will be forgotten soon Even the purple dancing around all four Will be forgotten forever more Its so light and yet so not Its ironic but still not caught.