I speak of rainbows,
As I utilize my ability to hypnotize.
Optimism ceases for pessimistic thoughts,
The lust I feel for you, arrives in hott pink,
Ever so slowly emerging to rust brown.
I love you need you feel you crave you.
I'm envious of her, that beautiful blue,
I'm selfishly green aching with dreams.
Waiting for the sky to fall,
Little doll violet prays to the walls.
She knows and she feels,
In her mind, those hearts she steals!
Truth is beauty and fact is forbidden.
I would bleed a sorrow filled glass;
Just to open up imagination into your heart.
This dusty gray and withered black,
Complete my canvas,
Of sin and lust.
I am little heart-broken doll,
Call me Violet, as the violence takes us away,
I am little Violet, sweet beholder Of Rays.
Author notes
I am all! MWAHAHAHa no really i loved this.
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I love you need you feel you crave you.
I'm envious of her, that beautiful blue,
My favourite part- it read so well! Excellent rhythm...
You had so many great lines in this poem. I cannot believe you've had no comments yet!!
Optimism ceases for pessimistic thoughts,
Truth is beauty and fact is forbidden.
Truly amazing lines! You obviously have talent...
It fit together really well to paint an excellent picture of yourself. Great insight. Delightful read.
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