Tonight the stars are turning green.
My brain is turning yellow.
Your hands are poetry
And my soul is a marshmallow.
Your cat is smoking weed
Your mind is choking on a pretzel
What's on your nose?
Strike a pose
but
Be careful of the flubber.
Resuscitate my heart
Save it from those Spanish goats
If you want it
It's yours
Caution
My heart is a spastic redhead
The fire in yours is art.
Your heart is full of thoughts and rhymes
Filled with the laughter of good times
Everything I ever wanted
And it's mine
Me
- BeautyInTheBreakdown *
- Boston, Massachussetts, United States
- I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.
were you smoking weed?
ReplyDeleteno. your cat was
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P.S. I'm high on life
youzz on weed
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