Colorblind

tattooedreverie

I cannot see in pinks

Fuchsia,  millennial, peach.

For I am disillusioned sage and earthy brown,

Painting prose in light blue and gold.

My friends speak in black, silver, and rose,

Listening to music in teal and red.

But when I find the color I cannot speak, cannot hear,

I savor the taste and the warmth of it.

  • Author: Rael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2023 12:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: I haven't been on in a little while. Poems take time and heart, and for a while, my heart was off at sea. Please enjoy.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Does it hurt - tattooing?

    • tattooedreverie

      Well getting a tattoo hurts, sure. But the act of tattooing doesn't hurt the artist, no.



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