They whisper in my ears that they love me and care,
but they take tears and pieces,
throw heavy loads apon my shoulders that bruise,
purple and blue,
they assure me that its not that deep, that all they do is care
but they cram my brain with harsh words,
words that should mean they don't care
you say its all for me, to make me strong, yet your actions force me down and now all I see is the purple and blue,
along with the incapacitating feeling of not being able to get back up,
it was all so abrupt,
up until I decided to only see the purple and blue,
such beautiful colours,
like the everlasting salvia flower,
looking up at the dancing night sky,
except they don't suffer because of those colours,
they embraced it which makes them even so more alluring,
so how do embrace mine?
YOU ARE READING
Just random stream of thoughts
Poetrymy exploration of poetry and perhaps short stories? I'll write all forms of poetry, but mostly free verse and haiku's because that's what I'm currently most familiar with! ; ) Enjoy!
