Tired Thoughts
Tired Thoughts
Some thoughts from my sleep deprived brain on colorblindness:
What if colorblind people are actually seeing things right, and everybody else is actually colorblind?
What if colorblind people can actually see a totally different color and we just call it purple or something?
What if colorblind people are piercing some sort of visible veil, seeing stuff that nobody else can?
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How cute, he got me roses
As if plants could fix this mess
The paleness of the petals
Are completely meaningless.
But still, he bought me flowers
I guess that means he cares
But it takes a little more than that
To make this all seem fair.
In the darkest light
Of morning
I see the outline of your face
An illusion
That I trace
With cold fingers
Which long to be warmed
By you
October Rain
I slam the screen door
And listen to the sound
Of the raindrops falling
On the tin roof.
The crisp air
Sends me chills
But the cider
Warms my heart
Oh how i miss
With all my soul
The sweet sound
Of October rain
Dont you think I've hurt enough?
My chest is pieces
My heart is numb
Razor sharp words
Shred my skin
Daggers of emotions
Carve my soul
You did this!
Yet you scream at me
For being broken
And mangled
As if it were my fault
For loving
In the first place
I look tenderly at the bluebells
For the first time in a while
I hope they know how well they are doing
How fast they are growing
And how beautiful they've become.
The mountain mist
(And the paleness of its shroud)
Is a constant reminder
(In the darkness of my thoughts)
Of how much I really
(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)
Missed you
You are the road
Less traveled
And the girl
Less loved
But that doesn't mean
You're worthless
Never in my life before
Have i felt this unfulfilling ache
Which rises with the rosy sun
But never seems to set
At twilight
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