Colour me with the moons paint,
smear it through my hair.
Take the the stars right from the sky and place them in my eyes.
Tint my view with mercy and take me to my grave,
before the sun comes up,
before I can feel the pain.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
