Violets are violent
Raging storms across the sky
They clash and war
Spreading diseased light across our land
Violets are for arguments
And hate
Violets are not what I want us to be
I fear the day we become violet
For that will be the day
We are not you and me
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
