In writing, red hair and red lips,
Are always like a strawberry
When is it ever like a flame,
Fierce and bold
When do we ever make things more dramatic instead of less,
and less,
and less
and less
...
Till the entirety of everything is soft and no longer bold and bright and beaitiful and now blushes mutely on the lines of a page.
Bring back the fiery eyes and spirit,
And the blue so bright it almost looks ugly.
We need to hear more about those forgotten shades of bright, fierce colours.
A blank page isn't afraid of bold, why should you be?
Screw the aesthetic, be realistic!
YOU ARE READING
recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
