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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spring is for being naïve
at dusk
sun setting on an april day in paris
I messaged you
as if I was sending letters
by carrier pigeon
to an enemy fort
hidden in the alps
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just kids
at first
you were the loud boy on the bus
with a red lunchbox
full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos
and parmesan your dad brought back from italy
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