Let me paint your skies
With those strawberry eyes
To wash away the rain that
Poured over you
I want to feel your touch
Your smooth rosy skin
Grazing my ashen cheeks
Let us linger here no longer
But to stay in one another's arms
Until the sun peaks its raspberry gaze
And lights up the world in one,
Golden haze
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Growing Pains
PoetryThe cool metal ran along their hand like a blanket of snow; cold, light, blank. To think that such a blade could end something so precious - so beautiful, within seconds. How could someone do so with no hesitation? Perhaps it is the thought of reli...
