Clarisse's Colors
a faint glow of skin and dark eyes a curious
before times when books were glorious
brushes of dandelion
ideas cased in iron
Dull ideas taken not
breaths of strawberry and apricot
picking pockets of the soul
out of anyone's control
Sunrise pink brushing the clouds
Sunset gold painting the grounds
their silhouette
a broken cassette
Her talk's alluring
he finds himself maturing
Inspiring Epiphanies
Clicking like symphonies
Speaking gentle hunger
The heart she'll puncture
Rain tastes like wine
To unearth his design
She remolds broken glass
bottom of her class
called out for being weird
because her mind they feared
Marked as anti-social
unafraid of being emotional
Thoughtful therapy
Concise without clarity
Cars too fast
She's now the past