JordanSara

I am writing to the stars in my head
brisk things are they
orbiting the earth where all things grow,
then die
eventually

It is a whirlwind of light,
and darkness pure,
and not enough air to breathe.

Your earth is damaged
a bruised and bloody damsel

so pretty yet ugly in this
ungodly heat.

The sun is hot, hot like hell
and flames swallow the trees

did you know green will turn to ash and

Aphrodite is a vision
pink and gold,
all feminine softness... 

She is grace and beauty, why
she is anything and everything you want her to be.

You'd think if you saw Aphrodite,

The ghosts are flitting
round the room 
and chandeliers,

their bodies are but wisps, 
opaque but for a glow,
rendering them there, but not quite.

They moan and beseech,
wails aching from empty hearts

I had to make a choice
in the chilly night air
to give in to my feelings
or try and hold them back.

I chose to love you.

I had to make a choice
last spring
to come back to life
or fade away.

I want to change something, perhaps my hair.
I could have a cascade of blood red locks
or a ruddy autumn leaf gold
Maybe a deathly blue
or the mystical turquoise of a chemical filled pool
I could be green like envy