Roses with thorns,
and shiny red apples,
her ruby red slippers,
each hung in the chapels,
and the water to wine
with caramel pineapple?
Scorn the red on her lips,
gliding between her hips,
not the one that drips
from the Tower of Babel?
I guess red really isn't your color.
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Poetry: My Overthought Thoughts
PoetryMy overthought thoughts of the universe-or stuff I wrote when I got bored. I wrote some of these years ago so some are meh but others are more recent. Would love to hear your thoughts 👍🏼 because I'm not sure where I'm going with this either :) I a...
