rose quartz

you coulda been living in a car and who cared? you disappeared off the lips with a prayer. rose quartz the quality to express you. a pale of having been purified by trial. only accomplished in those the world gave away.

untitled color. not green

© KatYa Mills

i encounter someone
or something
and we change (je crois)

i will not go out today
i like who i am
why would i change?
not today

oh the devils
in my head!
blood spat
on hunter green

let me bleach them
with sunshine of my
life. menana

(no images just words convey my)
vivid you
of yesterday

no cream in my coffee
my coffee will be
corrupted by white
sugars and why
would i
do that?

black coffee
you see
helps me remember (ne oublier pas)
who i am