wake her color’s in my hair
eyelids tight against the sand
rainbows floating in the air
beams falling through my hand
wings spread, they’re not really there
lymph is dry & we withstand
speakers speaking i don’t care
she’s invited every single strand
wake up grounded in my head
jagged rainbows still ahead
softest colors like she said
tying knots in strings & in thread
we’re here but we’re not really there
headlines written & misread
static breaking silent prayer
rosaries whispered left unsaid
wake up her color’s in my hair
caught in a rainbow sequins are all red
we’re here but we’re not really there
sad voice speaking softly in my head
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
wake her color’s in my hair
eyelids tight against the sand
rainbows floating in the air
beams falling through my hand
wings spread, they’re not really there
lymph is dry & we withstand
speakers speaking i don’t care
she’s invited every single strand
wake up grounded in my head
jagged rainbows still ahead
softest colors like she said
tying knots in strings & in thread
we’re here but we’re not really there
headlines written & misread
static breaking silent prayer
rosaries whispered left unsaid
wake up her color’s in my hair
caught in a rainbow sequins are all red
we’re here but we’re not really there
sad voice speaking softly in my head
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