Their hands were red
from the blood they caused to spill
Their eyes were green
from what joy they denied others
Their smiles were yellow
from the dishonesty hidden beneath
Their lips were purple
from the stains the lies would leave
Those lies were white
that being the greatest lie of all
Their fingertips were blue
as cold blood just can't run through
Their hearts were ashen
from the love they lost, or hadn't had at all
Their soul was empty
from the life they couldn't feel
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
