BlueEyedRose

Words that fill the buckets up to the brim
Words are dripping down her skin 
                                          

I love the smell of curls, 
The iron on next to the sink.
Hairspray in the air,
The feel of your hands on your face 
Listening to the aersol can 
As you cover your eyes. 

You can have a secret life 
Without doing anything wrong. 
You can be in love with someone you shouldn’t
Without having anyone know. 

Multiple worlds existing simultaneously
In your own mind. 

Clashing pink on green 
Faded colors up on trees 
Soft flannel on spiked ground 
Buying red grapes by the pound 
A whole album passes
Reading the sign about the masses 
Loud ears in a quite town

We are told 
To live in the moment. 
A moment, 
Every moment. 

Sometimes, we are victimized
For wanting to see the bigger picture, 
Or, for caring about the overal outcome.