I know you don't notice
And I know you don't care
But let me live this fantasy
That I am stroking your lilac hair
Because it feels like a moon beam
A silent silver ray
That can't warm hearts like the sun
But tries to anyway
YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
