Enter blue sky, Enter freedom, Pink is the color of innocence, Just like my baby's cheeks. And I wish I had a baby, To take care of me and my dreams. I dream of butterflies and guns I dream of a future; The devil is upstairs in her orange pants Screaming for obeyance. The mirror is going to shatter soon In the face of lost beauty & truth- And the hawk has come for me. Please take me away or turn away But don't leave me without a jacket In the coldness of you abscence.*
Reason for writing:
This poem was one of those written in the-spur-of-the-moment,
and finished in five minutes. It is full of metaphors, and i hope
you can connect with it in your own way and for your own reasons.
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