Violets

To the one with violets laying in her lap

Sitting on a park bench with eyes of deep blue.

The grass in front of her shines green with envy,

Mocking her every grey move with a swish in the wind.

 

The clouds above her float white in purity;

They strain to listen to the rainbow of voices.

Yielding to see if her lips utter beauty,

But only fooled by her grey, pasty smiles.

 

She stares out in space to a universe of black.

Colors of the world now drowned by her smiles.

Her mockery of the envious grass is now unfolding

To the one with the violets laying in her lap.

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[Daydreamer54]

Wow this was good. I can imagine the words when i read it. :)