in the wake of the kaleidoscope girls coming the colors I saw here in life seemed muted and uncomfortable with their own existence, as if forced onto the rainbow while still getting their makeup on. The colors we looked at together the color my face turns when youre looking at me I like those colors these ones just dont seem substantial and I dont like when reality lies. I dont know when we began to fly but I know we crashed down, hard I dont know when we began to go wrong but I know we went wrong, hard. With all these colors swimming around my head painted onto every surface I see, I keep returning to the color of your face at night, with just the right lighting and hells burning somewhere over your shoulder the sunlight drapes over you like a cloak but youve always been of the coolest shade dragged me down, sunk me (in your darkest sea, our coldest dream, my bluest thing.)
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 22:49:56 +0000
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