Purple Prose
the world for me had been dismal
I was wilfully obtuse
stubborn
and set within my ways
my thoughts bleak
they say;
to see colour
you must have light
You tripped your way
into my life
dyeing the shades of grey
I had grown accustomed
tinting the soulless cell
of my...
I was wilfully obtuse
stubborn
and set within my ways
my thoughts bleak
they say;
to see colour
you must have light
You tripped your way
into my life
dyeing the shades of grey
I had grown accustomed
tinting the soulless cell
of my...