Unfortune’s Light

by on January 25, 2013 :: 0 comments

You are blue.
But I am colorblind.
So we stay.
Locked.
In the gray.
Misunderstanding
smiles,
xxxtouches,
xxxxxxand pleas.
All spinning.
xxxWaving.
xxxxxxDrowning.
Don’t worry.
Soon your eyes will grow
tired.
And get used
to the shadows
of this shade.

editors note:

From a distance, so bold and clearly defined. Up close, the lines are lost – we’re on our own. – mh

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