~Color Me Pretty~
There is gold in my veins and
black clouds that twist around
Wordless growls
Paint me a golden sky
Draw me a memory
Color me pretty
She moves her smooth hands
Against her cheek
Coloring it a pretty blue
"I, Star God," she cries!
"Meld your bones to creation"
The candle drips wax tears of blood
The bell cracks and colors
Chiseling her face in angular perfection
Paint me a golden sky
Draw me a memory
Color me pretty
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RUST
Poetrywhen you hold the moon in one palm and the earth in the other, that's when you know you've won xXxXxXx If words are the anchors, this book is my lifeline. Just a book of poems.
