Purple Is Not An Eye Color 49
49.
So the purple pen bleeds
Like the yelling drunk
Who has had 4 hours to drink
next to the pyramids of lemons
In huge margarita glasses
Blind, deaf, dumb
Sit and think on possibilities
Determine the odds, and plane this field
Your own divinity lies in the plasma of your veins
That may speak essentials to stardust and beyond
But back to you my love.
His blue eyes are brighter than daydreams
And I drown.
Copyright © Autumn Ehrhardt | Year Posted 2012
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