I stand out like golden frizz,
Only if you catch me smile,
Do I shine my champagne-fizz.
These charcoal, smokey, granit waves,
Are rocking me to slumber now.
This little speck of flaxen frizz,
Finds comfort in the dingey bow.
Your fragile heart and one-track-mind,
Would get crumbled, broken, see?
By my new friend, this Thunderic Ocean
Who I now love, at ashen sea.
A stoic gang of hard-edged statues,
Make up my new lovely crew.
I grip on close to obstinate rock,
That has an acient, worn tattoo.
Survival, the one word on your mind,
In capital letters and grey.
I see your fair-candy center,
You still are who you are today.
In this sea of black and grey,
I stand out like golden frizz,
Only if you catch me smile,
Do I shine my champagne-fizz.
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