Shall I compare thee to vermillion leaves?
You deserve to rest, to eat ripe, green grapes
The stars should send for you a pack of thieves
To discover how you form your red shapes
Photosynthesized, blood orange mystery
Citrus; you're a lemon and I'm a wound
All you touch is aloose and blistery
All you know is thick chaos and maroon
But I stay by each seven of your sides
And the pink, pinwheel of your moods
For in your palms, my bleeding heart resides
The triumphant knife you hold protrudes
Althought this love makes me bruised and sore
I will follow thee a million miles more.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
