you paint tables yellow
and mostly anything around you
but you are
bleak as midnight, never golden-shaded
like you used to
you die at the instant your fear blooms
they say you water flowers
but despair is what you grow
dear, breathe
loneliness is unbecoming on you
your grand irises are falling
to someone who's been rose-colored
black is an unusual hue
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 7:17 AM UTC
you paint tables yellow
and mostly anything around you
but you are
bleak as midnight, never golden-shaded
like you used to
you die at the instant your fear blooms
they say you water flowers
but despair is what you grow
dear, breathe
loneliness is unbecoming on you
your grand irises are falling
to someone who's been rose-colored
black is an unusual hue
