Purple sun blue sky
Red pavement yellow lightSilent screams nightmare dreams
Iron eyes soft smileI
She said it wasn't her fault
You hit the light when it was darkShe mouthed she wasn't the cause
Taped her mouth like it was wrong
She couldn't shut up if she wanted
Now it's the thing the left her hauntedII
Shes breathing the bag that contains what she don't want and
It's really she don't need they're just too blind to see itSo mama what you made of
What you got to be afraid ofIII
Ya-a-a-oooh you are a fool
Ya-a-a-oooh you got no clueYa-a-a-oooh what she gone do
IV
When the damage last forever
And the red ain't getter betterWhen she's lost her tornado
Because you struck her with the reason
Love love don't cost a thing for anyone
Love love it ain't taken it is given
Love love its only thing that only clames you when it wantsV
So love love nurture her and treat her like a dove
VI
P
ink table black wind flow
Green curtains , Red shadow
Yellow margin , blue place to hide in
Mask all the jewelry to dim to let the light inI
She said she couldn't do it and screamed for your approval
You cut off all her wings and she tried to reglue themShe whispered she wasn't ready
Sewed her lips with a machete
She cut the cuffs off
It only got her in a double cause
VIIShes breathing the bag that contains what she don't want and
Its really she don't need it
They're just too blind to see it
So mama what you made of
What you got to be afraid ofIII
Ya-a-a-oooh you are a fool
Ya-a-a-oooh you got no clueYa-a-a-oooh what she gone do
IV
When the damage last forever
And the red ain't getter betterWhen she's lost her tornado
Because y truck her with the reason
Love love dont cost a thing for anyone
Love love it aint taken it is given
Love love its only bright it only cliams you when it wantsV
So love love nurture her and treat her like a dove
VI
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PoetryThis book was marveling for me to write. Filled with a series of poems and short stories. Simple songs and testing essays. Questions of inquiry, and basically any form of writing that holds value to me. Unexpectedly taking a turn to its meaning, thi...