I
used
to be obsessed
with labels, with
every strand of color
that your soul contains,
it's fun to have a color entitled
to you, and it's an aid to confusion
that everyone hates; but now I
believe that love is some day,
some where, some time;
regardless of gender,
or your color on
the rainbow.
Because
someday, someone
will start a
flame in your
heart that will
never ever
die.
YOU ARE READING
Petals & Dust
PoetryP E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utte...
