pretty
half pretty
not decorated at all
by anything we'd do
just a color
not a wonder
from a throne room
a blue room
a perfect purple-ish
gold room
after we thought
we were so sure
in a mirror
that asked who was
the fairest of them all
near an apple tree
that was barely taller than me
just inside of a tiny room
with rusted locks
and broken chairs
not even delicate enough
to be used
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Part the World
Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
