kou
trash.
--SkyGinge said:Is anybody here looking for some critique?
Go on aheeead, good sir.
|The Dusty Rose of our Tomorrow's|
You have asked me multiple times if the rosy color of my lips are natural, I have questioned whether you are truly someone who will always be there. Both of these questions and none of the answers causes the boiling red of long forgotten confusion and swirls around us on dusted clouds. Perhaps I am merely adrift in a breeze which only you would catch me within, placing your hand above my heart and hearing the thumping of a gurgling pink. Regurgitated and unwanted, unwarranted and uncalled for. Who am I to judge your kindness? To spill all of my secrets off of a slippery slope and pray they land on hardened floor, to prance and prattle around haunted fragments of shattered memories and place confidence in those minor disappointments in the hours of the night, to live as if I know of Life's secrets and wish to share them with the scattered masses who inhabit the earth. Rose, you say. Secrets, I call. You are to me like a vibrant hue of pink, bouncing inside my head like a repetitive sonata, dancing amidst a crowd of battered fuschias and reds. Rose, you say once more. Happiness, I say again. If you were to perch beside me on the porch tucked away in my mind where I store a former memory of you and question me once more on the color of my lips. I would look at you and claim that there was none.
