Written
In every piece of poem,
to you I come.
The words, from first to last,
in you I've found.
A pen I've held for life,
to set me free.
My ink, the darkest one,
the ink of tears.
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Rainbow Bliss: An Anthology of LGBTQ+ Poetry & Stories
Poetry❝I wanted to kiss you, but you told me you don't like the taste of rainbows.❞
