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indigo and blue are my only sisters
They loved me the way society approved
And hated me whenever they felt bitter
I loved them the way I saw fit
And all I saw was pain and sadness covered in glitter
I loved them even when I was hurting
Even when they ran out of all the pretty shimmer
I loved them unconditionally
Even when I was rejected for not being their sister
They love me much more now
As if I wasn't still so so bitter
They love the memories we had
How I always kept on loving HER
They never saw the hurt and the sorrow
They just look at me now like I'm a quitter
Because loving HER now stops me
From loving me like I loved my MOTHER
I ask for their understanding
But they still twist my sorrow into ammo
I longed for their love
And I waited patiently but now I smoke tobacco
I play my darkest blues
With a joint for the soul and for the heart, aloe
I smoke away all my hues
And turn into the tallest and shiniest weeping willow
The damage was done
Yet they want the same kid from the photo
The scars are hard to look at
Yet they just see what I'll be tomorrow
They want my heart red and strong
Little do they know it's frail and indigo
They see how shiny I'm now
But never again will they be allowed entry to my meadow
And hated me whenever they felt bitter
I loved them the way I saw fit
And all I saw was pain and sadness covered in glitter
I loved them even when I was hurting
Even when they ran out of all the pretty shimmer
I loved them unconditionally
Even when I was rejected for not being their sister
They love me much more now
As if I wasn't still so so bitter
They love the memories we had
How I always kept on loving HER
They never saw the hurt and the sorrow
They just look at me now like I'm a quitter
Because loving HER now stops me
From loving me like I loved my MOTHER
I ask for their understanding
But they still twist my sorrow into ammo
I longed for their love
And I waited patiently but now I smoke tobacco
I play my darkest blues
With a joint for the soul and for the heart, aloe
I smoke away all my hues
And turn into the tallest and shiniest weeping willow
The damage was done
Yet they want the same kid from the photo
The scars are hard to look at
Yet they just see what I'll be tomorrow
They want my heart red and strong
Little do they know it's frail and indigo
They see how shiny I'm now
But never again will they be allowed entry to my meadow
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