She's a color on your color palette.
Too small to stay without slipping off
To fall to the carpeted waves.
You paint with her.
A friend so small; you make her bigger,
As you peel her off the page, she's gone in a whisper.
Genevieve.
Genevieve
She's a color on your color palette.
Too small to stay without slipping off
To fall to the carpeted waves.
You paint with her.
A friend so small; you make her bigger,
As you peel her off the page, she's gone in a whisper.
Genevieve.
More by raincity
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the enduring issue
you.
you're a golden boy
born to shine in the sun,
but cast to the dark of night,
drenched in moonlight.
you change like the times when you see me,
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a state of mind
my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag
as I walk home through streets tight and winding.
it is a sunny morning,
crisp and clear,
and magic.
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