You shade in my skin the colour reflected in oceans.
The tint of your twin sky eyes, darkened with rage.
Except, the images upon my skin are not intricate patterns of beauty and artistic finesse,
They
Are
Bruises.
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Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
