Opened to BlueA Poem by tiefightersuniteRed eyelids, blue world What is concrete but rocks and stone? What am I but marrow and bone? Tiny flowers poke up through the grass Springtime’s glory will not last Red eyelids, blue world What is the sky but blue glass? What are you but burnished bent brass? Rain lit up on the pavement Cloudy thoughts will not be permanent Red eyelids, blue world Paper scraps litter my floor, To me you are a locked door. Closed eyes, absent world. What if we are inside the looking glass looking out? And our view of reality is twisted by thick, warped glass? © 2012 tiefightersunite |
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Added on June 20, 2012 Last Updated on June 20, 2012 Author
tiefightersuniterichmond, VAAbouti read, i write, i paint, i play. i think things through way too much. i like solitude most times. i love best friends, i adore poetry, and music is my main squeeze. talk to me, i'd love to know you. .. more..Writing
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