This poem is a dark one and sometimes that is what we need to lift us out of whatever pain we are going through. For me that is what writing sometimes does. It fills the void and brings the confusion of feelings to light.
I would paint the day sky,
in Milky Ways and northern lights full of sunset colors, just like I covered,
my skin, such a similar canvas,
full of tiny dark stars, that twinkle in the light.
My body would then match the sky,
With bloodshot eyes,
and popped vessels,
etched onto my leg,
Painted on by pain.
If only it sold for millions.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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