lonely mirror

all these people
look into me,
but never too deeply;
they are all caught up
in their own reflections –
and yet when i look at them,
i can’t see me.


© Tiny Fawns, 2018

painting

i wore sadness on my eyelashes, rain –
time walks clouds on leashes slowly –
he rose from his seat to greet me,
taking a tissue from his pocket.
dabbing my eyes with a golden sunlight,
kissing sadness from my eyes with
sunlight from his lips to
draw rainbows.


© Tiny Fawns, 2018

just the right warm

coffee, too hot to the touch
i wait, until it is just the right warm
for my fingertips,

it doesn’t burn too much
like my thoughts of you often do

the coffee was just the right warm
reminding me of the warmth
of your arm i would take

my palms pressed against
the fabric of your jacket
you were so warm, you
warmed up my heart

now, i try to remember
by holding warmth in
my hands, so we don’t feel
so far apart



© Tiny Fawns, 2018

metal towers, flower petals

a hollow emptiness, so heavy
brick and metal towers
an overflowing happiness, so light
feathers and flower petals

voices around rattle reality
tearing through numb, slow thoughts
heart caught up in another
reality – soundless,
neither light nor heavy;

because you are somewhere else
made of something golden and sweet
which cannot be found here anymore,
you’re simply not here.
… not here, not here anymore.


© Tiny Fawns, 2018