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



I 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?