Sometimes I am so blinded by the
purple of your bruises that I can
think everything is fine
Until I start to see again
And suddenly
The purple turns to green
Staining the bathroom walls
And the bathroom walls
Become frantic texts
(The ones that are colored pink with
a hint of grey)
The frantic texts start to falter
And your heart beat slows to a
deadly yellow-orange
And god just might as well kill you
now
Instead of turning your body so
many colors
That it becomes grey
(With pink-grey and green and yellow-orange and purple staining your fingertips of course)
YOU ARE READING
Puzzles From A Mind's Perspective
Şiir//A short book of short poems written by a mind just short of being sane// or the one where the titles might as well be considered poems. I apologize in advance for any offensive content. Also, some of the content may be triggering.
