Red
Silky lips that ate red roses
covered in saturated cherries and frozen strawberries
Matching the color of her tongue
And his red, dry eyes
Black
Black midnights that bled into day,
With a black ink for writing something that didn't make sense
Forming syllables and words beyond what she could comprehend
He's crying, but she is incapable of trying to listen,
as if he's just a shadow
White
Pure white like an angel's breath
and apn angel's home
Which he has none of, wants none of,
Just to touch milky clouds, as he says goodbye to her milky lips
And falls with closed eyes that lastly saw the white sun
He
was just a boy
was in so much pain that he couldn't explain
was a mix of colors that didn't go well together
was a colorful pallete that was never used
and was tossed aside to dry up
and he shriveled like unhealthy fruits
boring secrets and spilling old blood
was long gone, long dead inside, for how could a no-one (or a shadow) be alive?
was falling into shallows where he'd drown in his love
was heartbroken by one who rose above the ocean,
but wouldn't teach him how to surf or swim
was just a boy
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• love's child •
Short Storyand love had death, who in return made love proud sad short stories written by yours truly fanfic included, along with poetry/slam poetry disclaimer: i dont own any art used that i found from google or used for graphics unedited trigger warning, rea...
