inhale
exhale
draw my thoughts in the magic
fill me with color but don't forget the black
paint my thoughts with your touch
love, but don't forget the grey
outline my evils, shade me in
love, but don't forget the black
my mind is full of disease
it is a masterpiece
love, but don't forget the grey
lock me in and keep me tight
dust me often and don't forget the light
love, but don't forget my soul.
-b
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queued thoughts
Poetrymy lips shame of unspoken words. self-written with a sprinkle of inspiration here and there.
