Like the tints of purple in an amazing article of clothing we are drawn to certain things that create this feeling of lust. Whether it be in a material item or a person, there is lust behind everything. Like fashion, we create these emotions. Emotions that tide our attitude which in turn tide our outfits.
I’m a freshman at VCU and have met my fair share of not so amazing guys on campus just looking for one thing and we all know what that is gals. It’s sad that I’m actually shocked when I meet a nice guy on campus that doesn’t have hidden ulterior motives. However, its safe to say that we are only here for four years and we need to get all these feelings out somehow. A friend of mine told me, “you will never be around this many beautiful people with so much potential and limitless opportunities, so just embrace it.” Sadly, some of us get attached. Wrote a poem for you gals. Enjoy!
Purple, maroon, pink soft, but violent. Yearning to tell a story. Creeping up the long side of his neck. Like stones to a path all simultaneously assorted to hint at something more.
Always getting too invested in the wrong people.
Always letting the small stones trip me into a web of feelings all polar opposite in an immense piece of art.
Concentrating on his familiar lips but glued to his unfamiliar marks.
We see the things that we know will hurt us the most because it is our heart helping us disassociate the wrong people from our lives.
Don’t turn my heart to stone, don’t leave me alone
The waves come crashing down on me
Under the moon is where we will be
Stay strong gals
xoxo
-A
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