raging words
dabbled swirled rivers of syllables
exploding dynamite bombs of color
over the back of leftover bubblegum wrappers
the tip of the pen a world of primroses
of auburn cats sleeping in pansy bushes
drinking molten suns
of deserted alleys overgrown with wildflowers
of you, autumn girl
a lonely shade of blue
searching for a clue
your heart whispering "i'm lonely"

you are the scent of rosemary and
dusty raindrops coated with memories

you are the bitter aftertaste of sweet tea
on a windy sunday afternoon

you get drunk on the good old days that
can never be returned to you

you spend 11:11 moments high on pain
where the agony burns your facade of curved smiles
molded by the dna of monsters that created an angel

you fold your biology homework into
origami birds, wishing you could fly

you are a lonely shade of blue
searching for a clue