Does she blend well?
Your choice, I mean?
Your angel baby monkey girl
The gift of smiles and love production
Her sunshine mind
Her storm cloud eyes
Blending colors into brown
Confusing emotions - deliberately
Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean?
And all the creases in your brow?
The red bed spread?
The storm vibrations?
The starless nights?
The shattered screen?
Allowing pain to enter
Let your guard/God down obviously
It will try to find you
No matter where you may go
It will try to find you
No matter who you may know
Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean?
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