The magic mint clouds my current sight
leading me back
where I once was
to that place
I had hoped
never to see a second time
The white
so cruel to my eyes
Purple spoken
but ignored
Though I wanted to hear
it was I
who let it wash out
And you
the most painful color to see
Blaming me for what others had done
So easy to blame another
than those you're determined to love
But thats over
and I'd like to claim
never to have pitied myself
Though sometimes
not often
I am reminded
and I can't help but to bleed from it

©1998 Jolene 'Shaye' Morlock


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