If You Cared
Smiles, like surreal images.
Hide behind my tears made of black rainbows…
Glances like effervescent lights,
tape up broken looks.
Thoughts. Cut through paranoia, like razorblades.
I’m drowning in this rain.
Scissors slice through my eyes,
leaving me blind,
liks solemnly diluted memories.
White-out my rage,
Lock up the doors…
I’m crushing you out.
May 7th, 2008 at 2:53 pm
This is beautiful, Giselle! As if I already hadn’t said that about your poems already.