by trogers5 on May 5, 2022
Poetry
Grace O’Connor ‘22
The blue in her sparkly eyes hugged the green rim in the middle
She was careless, as her only fear was if her mom would hide her favorite rose dress from her
The cloth of her dress held infinite red roses, which she wore with a gleaming smile
Her smile could cure all the sadness around her
She was careless, as her only fear was if her mom would hide her favorite rose dress from her
In time the simplicity and warmth of life in a young eye start to fade
Her smile could cure all the sadness around her
Before the rose-colored glasses are removed and reality bleeds through
In time the simplicity and warmth of life in a young eye start to fade
She no longer was protected by her own oblivion, as the strength vulnerability isolated her
Before the rose-colored glasses are removed and reality bleeds through
Bliss is now only felt in artificial ways
She no longer was protected by her own oblivion, as the strength vulnerability isolated her
She carried the true torment of reality around with her
Bliss is now only felt in artificial ways
She now eyes the intangible old comfort from a distance, yearning for it day by day