I'm from colored lights,
and christmas parties,
and brownies.
I'm from laughter
and play.
I'm from paint,
paint brushes,
and old movies.
Black and white
snapshots dance their way
across all my mirrors.
I'm from rag-dolls, glittery, glitchy,
printed words.
I'm from just too many songs.
I'm from a thousand
blue glass bottles
and rubber gloved hands.
I'm from movement.
Move with me.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
I'm from colored lights,
and christmas parties,
and brownies.
I'm from laughter
and play.
I'm from paint,
paint brushes,
and old movies.
Black and white
snapshots dance their way
across all my mirrors.
I'm from rag-dolls, glittery, glitchy,
printed words.
I'm from just too many songs.
I'm from a thousand
blue glass bottles
and rubber gloved hands.
I'm from movement.
Move with me.
This was written soso long ago...
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