You pointed your brush at me
And painted me blue.
You Erased my head
And with rough swift moves, Coloured my face,
Rosy cheeks, red lips, black lashes.
Standing there like a model, Gasoline filled my empty body,
And I threw up on you and the gothic background.
With the red print of your hand on my cheek,
I sat on the bench,
and you created me,
what you wanted me to become.
That's who I am.
A picture on your wall.
But all along,
I have always been fainter than the picture you drew of me.
A/N
Hello guys!
Sorry if I haven't posted in forever. It's been so long that I bet none of you would read my poems anymore. But life had somehow sucked all the words out of my mind, and I was like a dried lake, with no wave and no life. Also I know that this poem is too weird and chaotic to be considered as my return or anything, but this is Chaos!
Hope you like it more than I do!
Love all around! X
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Chaos
PoetryIn the middle of my chaos, there was you. This book, lets you inside of my mind, inside of my soul, and together, we can feel again. #201 in poetry
