Blue Eyes, a Submarine, Happiness

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submarine, happiness.From what I know of life, life is just one night.The city shines with so many lights they are distracting.I think they are mostly red, like the lipsticks I wore with my dark hair before this time of no lips to show.And kisses, they are just reminders of what was of that gothic church that burnt.Rouge Coco, Notre Dame. Rouge Dame.I’m thirteen.On top of Montmartre a painter paints a face I will have in ten years, at least.<p id="5

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bf5">As the sun is about to get down, I want to laugh, before the lights take possession of the buildings and change the color of the sky to an unnatural grey that smells like the bottom of this sink I’m delving my hands in.Bubbles.I won’t grab happiness, I know it. Maybe a spoon.I wrote this poem on a night I found out that the water was coming up from the kitchen sink. I had a horrible week and the idea of dealing with the consequences of a sewer’s malfunction topped it. The red lights of the mall did the rest.</article></body>

A poem

Lights during the night just feel like something I will never have. Blue eyes, a submarine, happiness.

From what I know of life, life is just one night.

The city shines with so many lights they are distracting.

I think they are mostly red, like the lipsticks I wore with my dark hair before this time of no lips to show.

And kisses, they are just reminders of what was of that gothic church that burnt.

Rouge Coco, Notre Dame. Rouge Dame.

I’m thirteen.

On top of Montmartre a painter paints a face I will have in ten years, at least.

As the sun is about to get down, I want to laugh, before the lights take possession of the buildings and change the color of the sky to an unnatural grey that smells like the bottom of this sink I’m delving my hands in.

Bubbles.

I won’t grab happiness, I know it. Maybe a spoon.

I wrote this poem on a night I found out that the water was coming up from the kitchen sink. I had a horrible week and the idea of dealing with the consequences of a sewer’s malfunction topped it. The red lights of the mall did the rest.