you look across the room
at the woman in blue,
a woman claiming to be true
without judging you,
but she might misconstrue
what you tell her does to you.
that woman in blue
she fixes your mood.
her words will haunt you,
and then she'll review
and remake you anew.
she'll fix your views
and change your attitude,
that woman in blue.
YOU ARE READING
drip
PoetryAaaand we have poetry! This is partially because I'm transferring my work from another account, but mostly because I wanted an excuse to make another cover.
