Sunday, September 14, 2008

To my new glasses that I still haven't picked up...

To the unpicked-up glasses:

I picked you from the rack.
You were delicate and clean.
But fate keeps us apart.
Life's so cruel and mean.

I wish for you to rest
Upon my porous nose.
But I do nothing 'bout it
'Cept sit here and write prose.

Your rosy off-pink frame
With glassy shinning lens
Will soon be here with me
Together 'till the end.

For now I sit and wait.
Until the time is right.
My vision you'll improve.
You give the gift of sight.

<3,
Eve


Will Eve every pick up the glasses that have been sitting at Empire Vision for 2 months? Will her old glasses get jealous? Sand particles will fly in the fight of the century, next time on: EVE'S BLOG POST.

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