Skin as black as ebony,
hair as white as snow,
eyes as red as a rose and lips as green as grass.
She was a peculiar thing.
She wore her universe backwards
And everyone thought she was going mad.
She put stars in her coffee
And sprinkles sugar in the sky.
She goes fishing in the clouds,
And watches the sun hide behind the lake.
She's too busy dancing with her imagination to even tip toe
With reality for a second
They say she's going mad . . .
They’re right .
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC