It's ultraviolet baby,
Just you an me,
Streaking each scar we have with gold,
Tinting the very core of our essence,
Luminous to all, the way we like it,
And watch us twinkle like the neon stars in the night sky,
It's war pain, against the stark darkness,
Because our darkest fears, are dark and hiding in the shadows,
They're ultraviolet against the light
YOU ARE READING
The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoetrySo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
