In the blue, I wish to be blue And in the green, green And so on Until I'm a muddy brown, or grey Tear them off, and away
By Fiona Craig5 years ago in Poets
in my dreams I crouch by the shore the tide rushing in and out under its amber rays of sun, warm on my back crouched down the crashing waves leave their foamy residue
a fog descends on the city on the neon flashing lights on the drunken revellers who party and smoke their cares in the night
Come away from the land Where fires of passion fanned By an abstract breeze Furiously scorch emerald sand Come away from the clouds
I love you and so, I have to forget you for, not forgetting means holding you someplace in my paper mind that your amber gaze
