i want to be angry
i wish i was
i reflect on times past
the tattoos on my mind
rosy colors and laughter and love
scales unbalanced by red and blue
with flaming currents of vibrance
i ignore violet’s truth
i wish i was angry
i want to be
the scratches and scars
on my soul and my arms
ripped apart by your nails
and promises broken
less black, less white
violet sure must be right
but like the morning
my heart beats blue
i don’t condemn you
for your choices and sins
i remember an angel
and forget the shadows cast
i pray my memories of you
will turn violet at last
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 7:32 AM UTC
i want to be angry
i wish i was
i reflect on times past
the tattoos on my mind
rosy colors and laughter and love
scales unbalanced by red and blue
with flaming currents of vibrance
i ignore violet’s truth
i wish i was angry
i want to be
the scratches and scars
on my soul and my arms
ripped apart by your nails
and promises broken
less black, less white
violet sure must be right
but like the morning
my heart beats blue
i don’t condemn you
for your choices and sins
i remember an angel
and forget the shadows cast
i pray my memories of you
will turn violet at last
day 17
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