She was bold like the red of blood,
Ablaze like the burning fire
Calming like the mystical purple,
Deep maroon, like wine that tastes bitter, but makes you feel warm anyway,
She was rich like chocolate,
She was azure and golden and emerald,
She was a gorgeous mess of chaos,
And you could see it in her eyes
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
PoetryHighest rank: #9 ~Sometimes memories roll down my cheeks and end up as ink on paper~ Cover by @-abstractedly
