Decorated

How you decorate yourself;
Covered in candy and flowers
And all of their leaves.
There must be a way
To see what’s beneath,
But you’ve adorned yourself down
All the way to your feet.
Roses are thorns
When a prick is a peek.

Solitude

I know she can’t help me
But I still hope it’s her,
Dressed in lace and ribbon
And knocking at my door.
An extra human presence
To relieve the loneliness,
Though heaven
And the sea nymphs know
Solitude is not my only mess.