My eyes cry out for violets.
Whispering voices tell me it’s okay.
“Everything will be fine.”
Yet with each new sun the pain grows.
My thoughts wane with the moon.
All I long for now is comfort.
All I desire is violet.
May 25, 2008 by oneirae
My eyes cry out for violets.
Whispering voices tell me it’s okay.
“Everything will be fine.”
Yet with each new sun the pain grows.
My thoughts wane with the moon.
All I long for now is comfort.
All I desire is violet.
