Your nails were violet
and your eyes were blue
and you grabbed my hand
and said you were sad too
your smile was pink
and your laugh was green
but then you hit me hard
when did you become so mean?
then my heart went black
and my tears were grey
so you ignored my text
and said you were busy that day
my love was orange
but I guess you didn't want it
so I stained my wrist red
and wrote you a note to read for when I'm dead ."
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
