QuietIndigo

Something pretty comes this way I watch, hoping you notice, and exhale Dancing in firelight, burning in our irises Something that beautiful will never blind my eyes My needle fingers clash with your scissor hands Justifying the unjust that are looking past the looking glass Inserting metal into ceramic orifices always seemed to bring such relief Inhaling fumes from toxic vibrations never reminded me of things like these Kiss the stripes on my sweater-sleeves and feel at peace Until our ties are severed around unseen seedlings They have it right, hypocrisy ever sounded so beautiful No one agrees, except the scars on my knees, and w