The sky is pink now,
And you're dressed in white,
While I remain drenched in red.
The orange sunset gets closer,
While I'm gazing at the familiar gray streets,
Which look unfamiliar,
In the blues they're painted in now.
The yellow of loneliness,
And I stain you in red,
As your fingers meet mine.
The world has truly,
Started to take on Colours,
In this time of,
Melancholy.
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Scourge: A Poetry Collection
Poetry"I have Scourged your soul, While you drew on me, So intricately. All I can ask for, Is forgiveness, Which I don't deserve, Anymore." Scourge: A poetry Collection
