If you mix all of your colors together then you will see the colors I see
Inky blackness in the way you speak, push me away and take "playing around" so far as to where my jeans rip and my knees bleeding
You claim you're being gentle with me
Tell that to my bruised wrist and aching soul
YOU ARE READING
Contemplation
PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
