I’m not a fan of flowers, or at least not real ones. I like paintings of flowers. I like buying fancy parchment with flowery borders. I like writing poems about purple irises, yellow daffodils and pink tulips. I like doodling roses on my notepad during boring office meetings. I like the idea of throwing the … Continue reading “She doesn’t give you rose tinted glasses, she just paints you the colors you were always meant to wear.”
You were coloring in my lights, Drenching a binary world A pallet of contradictions. Unbalanced, indiscriminate yellow, Stoplights shaded evergreen, And as your lips buzzed my name, I felt the edges of a wave That promised to dye My timid October orange Every variant of the red Lurking in my veins.