taken from tumblr (https://blissfulbrat.tumblr.com)
royalty in tiny
bottles of fresh ink
hues of magenta
spilt in diaries
like drink; velvet words fill pages
cover to finish
a cushion for my
ramble, my majestic cynic:
lilac flamenco bound by
melancholic stitches.
these hues of magenta
are the only god i know,
i leave my words of
plumish grape for when
i'm gone and my soul
sings through amethyst starlight
in that indigo
night - o' spin my threads of
magenta - the
fruit of my life!
About the Creator
Hiru Batepola (she/her)
20 year old sri-lankan canadian writer
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