aflame with too many colors to describe,
overwhelming and vivid
it darts in,
out,
then in again,
ready to dive into the unrelenting cesspool
of emotion.
is it a brave notion,
or a fickle one?
creating pain where bleeding hearts
never existed,
the amber-clad marionette stares us all
in the eye.
theatrics.
like i'd ever be help captive by that.
1 comment:
Wow.
That is poetic. In a good way.
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