Emmy You're Great

Emmy is wearing her favourire cardigan.
Her fringe hangs just above her sparkling eyelashes.
She sings of tigers
and big-tops
and stomach cramps.
Her words delivered with both bite and beauty.
Like a slingshot from the heart.
Emmy reminds me a little of this girl I used to know.
She too could sing like an angel
and weave her fingers across the strings of a guitar.
Sadly her courage and passion tended to come and go;
ebbing and flowing with the tide.
Always dependent on the pull of the milky moon.

Emmy The Great