I sit still.
Heaven was still white
in the stormy life my family knew
They a, vibrant hue of green.
unsettling still for what tragedy befell
ill and sickly feel of passion grew
but I sit still,
washed over me the color blue.
I found scorching hot red
nontoxic as I swallowed whole
seeping through my pores
the beautiful plume to the royal hold
a queen in an sandcastle...
the pressure to perform
must have been exhausting
all those cracks in your stories, lies
and weight on your shoulders
harden your stance
but you cranked back while passing
throwing stones at my glass mansion
out of spite and unfortunate circumstances
who knew you'd be the one
who lifted me up until jealously bloomed
but I sit still
washed over me the color blue