Over a sea of grief Scarlet died
Above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day
For a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display
Until a god with a broom came and swept them away
In their bereavement all of her colorful friends
Turned to a milky grey depressing blend
Which incidentally made Grey feel inane
So he set off to find a less trite identity
One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be
Photo cred: Me, Cobrasnake, COACD, Misshapes, Nylon, Patrick Wolf's website
3 comments:
Links traded. Let's see if I ever start writing again in mine...
OOoh I like you with the purple highlights (if that is you haha)
It's just about the hair color, dude.
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