Smoke chasers.
Violet lights.
We're our own saviors;
Through these hopeless
nights.
Girls taking lines;
We're all really out of our minds.
Hoping tomorrow isn't the end;
Trying to be the next
trend.
My ex started a fight;
Here we go again.
That's the problem when there are so
few places so everyone is a has been.
A blight to the game, no choice in the matter; oh, lesbians.
Watercolor skin,
Skin to skin;
Moving to that rhythm,
In denial of the criticism.
Kissing in that purple rain.
Smiling, for there is no shame.
A mark they wish to obtain.
They must reclaim and thus, have no one but themselves to
blame.
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Lavender Liaisons
Short StoryAnother painful coming of age story about a twenty-something-year-old lesbian just trying to figure out who they are and how they even fit with another in a relationship. So please, come and enjoy a ride of romance, sex, drugs, and growing pains in...
