Love in My China Cup

Sponges and cigarettes
A question unanswered
But you’re only looking through the keyhole

Don’t ask for my hand through lucrative lace
My imagination has always been over-active and
Cannot condone your tall, yet temporary tales

Colourful houses, hearts, pigeons, mannequins
Let’s take this conversation to the roof

Pretender

I may mock, refuse, verbally bruise
So, you carry a box of matches
Do I detect my ears burning?

I’m always one in the line-up

But when you toss a penny
You know who’s gonna catch it
-or attempt to anyway

I’ll take a pinch of pepper
Allow you to unravel my mystery
Be close

Years later I take a look

And there’s our love in my china cup.