Royal Blue Remember when I was your favorite color? You tried to soak me all up with your paintbrush lipsso you could paint whatever it was that you saw when you looked at sunsets. I always had gold laced in my hair, like you were trying to paint me a crown but changed your mind too late. I was never royalty; I was raised on Bob Dylanand blue boxes of macaroni. But you saw something different, didn’t you? You told me that my eyes reminded you of the horses in the Emerald City of Oz but that they also reminded you of the sea and if you spent too long gazing into them while you finished your cigarette you might actually drown. I could never understood the way you talked.Your poetry sounded so foreign so often and everything you said made me feel like I’d been dipped in stardustand hung up among constellations. You always painted me with my back to you, and I wondered why. But I think you must have known, all along, that I never meant to stay blue forever. -KT -Rain
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 01:31:40 +0000
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