Fruity Organ

I know the heart should never be orange

But mine has been oranging love since,

Orange-like vitamins nurtured me

The way orange trees blossom life.

How butterflies’ orange wings bless the wind,

Or orange skies say good morning and night.

My soul warped in your orange musk.

The way your orange-black bile bled through your

Silver armor that hid your orange jacket

Which trapped me in a demonic haze.

My oranging heart stood no chance against

Your orange radioactive lies

That gut my soul’s blazing orange soul flame

Teaching me that hearts should never be orange.

Mes. G