color blind

Luna wanted me to write her a poem, but after i have done it, luna didn't like my poem. i don't think luna likes my paintings either.
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It must have felt unsettling 

Under the grave

That I've made with my fingers 

Using sunshine and sand 


She wanted a castle 

But sharper edges gave 

What she's been screaming for 

To my steady hand.


I covered beach with blood 

Of the moonlight coming late

When a masterpiece was washed 

Away from the shore.


And I held her as she giggled 

Unwilling just to wait 

Tears fillings up her lungs 

Taking all and nothing more.


I built her a castle 

Under stars and the sea 

I've overused the canvas 

And all blood left on stones.


And oh, it felt unsettling 

To watch her look for me 

When I choked myself inside 

Her cracking, empty bones.