BlueLeaves
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Chapter One: Yellow SweaterYou twirl round and round, laughing
In your yellow sweater.
I never liked yellow until
I saw you wear it,
Your favorite color,
You are something worth remembering
So don’t you forget yourself
It doesn’t matter if you go or you stay
So long as your memory doesn’t fade away
Hduhi the little one
With eyes that enthrall
They saw them everyday
But never saw them fall
Far beyond their reach
Hduhi the little one
Dear society
Girls aren’t asking for it by wearing what they want
Silence isn’t consent
Their anger and hurt is valid
Dear society
Dear Bullies
Why do you have to push me around to make yourself feel better?
Dear Bullies
Why does pushing me around make you feel better?
Dear Bullies
Why do you have to look at me with disgust
I can't seem to let go
Of everything I am sure has abandoned me
And I cannot seem to hold on
To everything I am sure should never leave
I cannot seem to hear
The music in the rythm of traffic
Far from Earth and shadows told
Lies the palace with floors of gold
With diamond windows and crystal stone
Emerald fences and opal throne
Where heaven and Earth collides
Lie to me please.
Whisper sweet, terrible, beautiful untruths
In the dead of night
When everything is still and lonely
Because I cannot bear to hear the truth now.
Lie to me please.
What is that elusive I,
That self that so easily slips away
From all scrutiny?
What is that soul,
That powerful thing humming
With every throb of my pulse,
Every rush of oxygen that seeps
The red string of fate
Shall be my undoing
Chasing after it
Never reaching it
And more and more
Tangled it becomes
Until finally
I’m right where I started
The red string of fate
She wasn’t a pearl,
Smooth, soft like satin.
She never tried to be anything but what
She was, and that was what made
Her just as alluring.
She wasn’t a liar.
She would always tell you
