Forever in Colour |
It’s a grey day and grey days are my days.
Which means that it’s time to go to Starbucks.
And I could probably use my colours.
So I look at the closet and get an idea.
It doesn’t work so I tinker with it.
And then it works so I roll with it.
“I love your scarf thing”—
“It looks so cozy”—
“Is it connected?” —
“You’re so cute!” (noi’mnotand)
Are you people missing the fact that,
MY SCARF IS TOTALLY HARRY POTTER YEAR 3?! <— Important.
Fantasy fierce! Can I help it? Anyway,
1. No, it is not connected.
2. Yes I will give you fashion tips at the Starbucks, lady.
The bamboo inside of my shoes is unweaving
Soles splitting, guts spilling
Little tan specks on the carpet
Still wearing ‘em through the
bleeding and not giving up yet—
What can I say, fools? Grey days are my days,
Because they aren’t grey;
(Break yo’ self!)
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