Purple is not an eye color 49

Written by: Autumn Ehrhardt

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.