rose colored glasses (Remove filter)
Busted Jag
Sliding through the fog with your
Illusions of finery
I saw the check engine light when I got in
But your cracked windshield distorted my vision
All I could see was how I felt when
Your leather interior
Hugged and kissed
And caressed my body
The cute dates at cute restaurants
Sangria and Seafood
Lies covered in parmesan cheese
Lying about past lives
Lying on ...
Wednesday 9th December 2020 6:10 pm
Rose Colored Reality
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
war within.
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
an illusion...
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
resistance,...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
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