Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Poetry

Drowning blue weave mystery
Deep dark brown tell lies
Hazel are meant to hurt you
And green can hypnotize

Red is flaming freedom
Brown is bound by pride 
Black is strong as ever
And blonde is dead inside

Pale ivory is sickly
Tanned is venomous
Red and burnt is tiring
And brown can be dangerous

Short and soft, but sad
Or tall and full of bite 
Bone thin anorexic,
Or heavyset with spite

All these things can make us
Along with so much  else
The outside can tell everything
Or perhaps can mask things better than the mind
It's all inside the person you choose
Thad what I've come to find.

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