Bruised
I'm not broken,
I'm bruised.
I'm not bleeding,
I'm scared (scars)
I'll stand up,
I'll stand strong.
I'm not terrified,
I'm scared.
But I'm not fine,
I'm bruised.
The blanket in my bed
The blanket in my bed,
Was not the colour red,
Of the blood, of the dead.
Of passion and of dread.
The blanket in my house,
Was not the colour brown,
The colour of the ground,
Of deadly boring towns.
The blanket in my room,
Was not the colour blue,
Of desperation true,
Of sadness and Tabus.
This blanket was sacred,
Held me from all things terrible,
Of ever being desperate,
My dear blanket was violet.
Omg haha, the last one felt so... Idk, simple. I still like it though. 😁 I hope you like it too 😄
Really, send me yours!!! 💜💜💜
Btw, which colour should I do next?
