And so she was
To her the blue is purple
To her my cry is pain
She sees my red in white and
Like the vulture is a crane
When the winds blow the hot sand
The storm she thinks is snow
For me she blinded the night owls
To hear the bluebird crows
How can I let go this one stack
That made my hope regain
I have lived my life in a small box
Now I'm within her embrace
Her castle of love made me tremble
I now have relevance and dreams
The world won't treat me better
But she was good to me
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Poetic Intersections
PoetryHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
