Am I a deranged poet?
Am I a deranged writer?
Or am I both?
I hide under the veneer
Of normalcy...
Lips tainted cherry
Crossing my long legs under
a lacy patterned dress
My body here,
My mind wandering somewhere else
On a wide meadow blossoming with wild flowers
With genuine friends
Where no one can hurt me
My colors shift as if through
The prism of a diamond
Pink when I smile and laugh
And talk
Yellow and orange when I
Perform and play actress
On a stage
Blue when I calmly sit next to you, either content with your company
or sad that I can't connect with you
Red when I'm angry, upset or passionate and want to kiss...
Green when I'm embarrassed or sick of love
Purple when I feel regal, bursting with creativity and poetry
But who can see my entire spectrum of colors?
The rainbow in my heart...
YOU ARE READING
Garden Of My Soul
Poéziaa little poetry book with secret, sparkling feelings ... written by the sensitive heart of a girl in her early 20's.
