tint my days with black
so i can apply galaxies on dark walls
like it is nail polish
and make the moon shine
in a yellow that only belongs to the sun
i'm painting my thorns in different shades of red
because maybe then they will look like petals;
like red petals
because i crave red,
i need red,
watch red
slide down my shattered porcelain
and roses blooming from the cracks of my skin
to cover the misery of my withered soul
yellow watercolors
will be the owners of my skies,
and sipping blue and green
i'm covering the black of my insides
oceans and storms
will be filled with my bottled tears,
but there will be a rainbow
a whole rainbow
pouring from everyone of my pores;
maybe this time
it won't look like simple black and white
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the beautiful side of misery ¦ pink
Poetryart is nothing more than the way we have to express how beauty looks through our eyes but art, the real, purest and most captivating form of art is finding beauty where nobody else can so i slipped through the most morbid corners of my guts to portr...
