I was painted
and you were tainted,
I wanted to show you all the colours
And see you merged in them,
but instead your dark hue,
splashed on me.
Devouring me, consuming me
I don't think I have loved anything more than black.
YOU ARE READING
Things Buried Deep | ✓
PoetryOf things that were never said out loud. #99 in Poetry #2 in Evening (completed)
