deliriouswithacherryontop

Senses are a pale yellow,
Shimmering attires. Patsy smiles.
Not enough. No depth.
But a chasm? Yes.
The museum of my consciousness
Flashed with brilliant colors,
Strawberry red to azure blue.
The shades of grey took over,
Stimulating memory taunt syndrome.
The heartbreak was as genuine as the full moon above,
Denial, it seems fuels the fallen.