Mouth; Not HandsA Poem by Wild Willow Blue
Sometimes here, is not where you're supposed to be..
She changed my life with her words
she’s a corn syrup girl in a green tinted world
no one wants her around
It’s like she doesn’t belong
everything gurgles around in a rotting prison
the corn syrup girl is unsure
The love she found is sweet
but carries a bitter bite
and she must push her worries all the day
She’s a corn syrup girl in a green tinged world
leaving the blindness behind
© 2012 Wild Willow Blue
Wild Willow Blue
AboutI am 24. I am female. I am rather short. I like macaroni and cheese. I don't like pink. Or orange. I have a banana allergy. I am afraid of clowns and bees. And the dark. Oh .. heights, too. I start.. more..