her soul was grey;
comparable to the moons
until he,
who kissed
upon her innocent lips
soul now sprouting colors;
green, indigo, violet
soon black again;
darker than
galaxies
for now he didn't just
leave a simple kiss
he left a hole
in her pretty heart
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Poetry(art: Eckart Hahn) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
