has a color ever looked so pretty,
you just had to stop and gaze
at its beauty?
it is the limb you never knew you needed,
it is the cleanser that you never knew could purify you,
and has a dream ever been so broken,
you just had to stop and scream
at all of its horrid memories?
it is the broken limb you never use,
it dirties you so pretty colors
and beautiful girls
and sunny mornings
can clean you up.
YOU ARE READING
where are my lucky socks? a collection of poems
Poesíaa collection of miscellaneous poems i have thrown together over a series of months. no common themes, just spicy and metaphorical words thrown into a jumble.
