Black, grey, and low key tones.
Those fill my comfort zone.
Bright flashy pinks and blues,
Never make me want to spew.
I like the old rustic looks,
That match my old dusty books.
Sometimes I go for Victorian dresses,
But the fabric piles make mighty messes.
I’ll do the under bust corset,
And transform to someone you’ve never met.
My comfort zone also holds
The baggy sweaters that take ages to fold.
I love boots and creepers
And my torn converse sneakers.
Black, grey, and low key tones,
Those all make my comfort zone.