Still Gabriella swears by the colour red,
Torn sashes of yesterday can only consume
the mindset of her forgotten azure,
as the neck of dawn sneaks accidentally,
Yellow's parody the greater shame,
no school or satchels of mouldy black,
behind the lumme
she needed more time,
like a fulcrum balancing taciturn's turn.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
Still Gabriella swears by the colour red,
Torn sashes of yesterday can only consume
the mindset of her forgotten azure,
as the neck of dawn sneaks accidentally,
Yellow's parody the greater shame,
no school or satchels of mouldy black,
behind the lumme
she needed more time,
like a fulcrum balancing taciturn's turn.
