It's dark,
Nothing but dark,
Her hair is whisps of melancholy
Her tears are dirty water ,
Her soul is bruised black and blue,
Dark.
But you are light
Nothing but light,
Your hair is platinum blonde
Your smile is sunlights son
Your windows provide a feast of innocence,
But mixing dark with light makes grey,
The colour of clouds,
Of despair
Of guilt
Of broken parts.
Needless to say,
Your light left her grey,
And you
Infected
Toxic.
Sometimes light can make us grey,
Is it better to live in darkness?
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Melancholia
Poetrymelancholy ˈmɛlənkəli/Submit noun noun: melancholy 1. a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
