Can you see through my citrus eyes, do you see how often they cry?
Can you see through time because you ring up my chimes at all the right times.
I’m feeling love and pain all at once.
Holding in nothing but my tears.
Your voice’s breeze whispers through my window, dancing along with all of my wind chimes.
Singing your peacful melody; my remedy.
Trying to flow through all of my minds mess…
Ever since a certain day, my mind has constructed a library.
Uncatalogued and unread.
I’ve been trying to connect pages to emotions.
Thought after thought, Spinning into heavy rotations.
Ink to page, page after page; I’m setting my passion ablaze.
I feel a little quartzy, the rose kind.
I’ve been dreaming on a bed of moon stone.
Cataloging my library one book at a time.
The doors are wide open, have a seat in my library.
Let’s write a few rhymes and dance to the chimes.
Purple Empaths 