doofqueen
Bluelighter
I look at the phone.
It doesn’t make a sound.
He’s his own man.
But shows his soft side.
I like it.
Slow.
Waiting to taste.
Waiting to feel.
Waiting to explore.
Is this one for real?
Lost in feathery dreams again.
My imagination going wild once more.
Am I only seeing what I want?
Is it really there?
Did I paint these colours?
Or have I gotten lost in the fumes?
Dizzy.
Slow.
Skipping.
Jumping.
Reaching.
Falling.
That’s the way the cards play most times.
Call my Bluff.
It doesn’t make a sound.
He’s his own man.
But shows his soft side.
I like it.
Slow.
Waiting to taste.
Waiting to feel.
Waiting to explore.
Is this one for real?
Lost in feathery dreams again.
My imagination going wild once more.
Am I only seeing what I want?
Is it really there?
Did I paint these colours?
Or have I gotten lost in the fumes?
Dizzy.
Slow.
Skipping.
Jumping.
Reaching.
Falling.
That’s the way the cards play most times.
Call my Bluff.
