We’re indigo girls, Our tears heavier than blue, Our thoughts darker than purple, We’re indigo girls
Month: November 2020
trees falling barren, greying,
but they’re fun I guess?..
I do wonder sometimes,
how something so small,
as a little blink…
If it’s kelly
it’s terry like a bathrobe
if it’s pistachio
it’s pudding smooth
if it’s pine
it’s a prickle bed of needles
if it’s olive
it’s rough canvas
I’m going solo, Like the blue moon above me, Can someone reach us.
Now I know you shouldn’t bring something weaker,
than a knife to a knife fight,
but if I brought enough pens…
I wish I could walk,
through some of my old dreams,
and try to figure out…
If a lemon were perfectly round
and smooth, you wouldn’t expect
the tang that bites and holds you
She’s evergreen, She’s my spring in the harshest winter. She’s army green, She’s loyal to the fight but […]
Walking down a street,
late in the night,
when no one is around…
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