I am lavender, I look to the soft colors.
I am secretive and light, I don't scream.
A quiet white haired girl lives in me,
she's oh so soft but gently distant, deadly.
Flashes of light colors in my mind mean the end.
A contest entry
- Appealing Colors, Darkened Souls by EatYourSunlight.
300 points, ended May 16, 2007, 25 entries
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