Black
Is alone in the darkness
The fear of its starkness
The death of a smile
The cold of exile
The constricting leather
Ashes of a feather
When you’re
So
Empty
All
You
Feel
Is
Dead.
When what
You
Don’t
KNOW
Fills you with dread.
The hole in your heart
From loss.
When their eyes
Lose their gloss.
When all you feel is
Pain
And the stars shine in vain.
When everyone turns their back
That is the colour of
Black.
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Bleeding Colours
PoetryWhen colours bleed meaning, words, thoughts. Colour bleeds into your mind and past your eyes, into our feelings and interpretation of the world. This is my interpretation of colours. *So I edited the cover :0 might redo it again in a year.
