Decaying Crimson
Decaying crimson overpowers my words and thoughts
Shy and scared
Silently sitting in the dark
Your overwhelming blue terrifies me most
Apathetic and
Your eyes disregard your carelessness
Mysteries turn us purple
We want to know the truth, yet we sit in silence
Until crimson has decayed to the most luminescent yellow.
Copyright © Lisa Lawler | Year Posted 2013
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