*(washed out
and falling
through a pastel
hued autumn
into winter white
and worried)*
thick and fuzzy
headed through
multi-toned rings
dimmed down
colorless jewelry
that doesn't fit me
*(if i shut my eyes i
can see colors bouncing
through the gray
matter lost to time)*
and i'm sorry
for who i've become
sorry for who
i always was
*(shouting in colors
outside and
choked in monotones
where it matters)*
yellow and navy
to match my
favorite pillowcase
the one place i've
found my head
feeling safe
*(i love the darkness until
it swallows me whole
and i can't find my way
back into the light)*
a rose gold
regret
a lifetime of
my own
eyelids to
forget.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
*(washed out
and falling
through a pastel
hued autumn
into winter white
and worried)*
thick and fuzzy
headed through
multi-toned rings
dimmed down
colorless jewelry
that doesn't fit me
*(if i shut my eyes i
can see colors bouncing
through the gray
matter lost to time)*
and i'm sorry
for who i've become
sorry for who
i always was
*(shouting in colors
outside and
choked in monotones
where it matters)*
yellow and navy
to match my
favorite pillowcase
the one place i've
found my head
feeling safe
*(i love the darkness until
it swallows me whole
and i can't find my way
back into the light)*
a rose gold
regret
a lifetime of
my own
eyelids to
forget.
Copyright 9/20/16 by B. E. McComb