My sunsets turned from
Tangerine to
Inky blue
And
Black mascara tears
Washed
Away my smile
Hazy days
Burned out brains
Everlasting nights
Insightful eyes
Pressing on skin
Bleeding into veins
A vile of blackness
Spills
Onto the paper
Calligraphy cries tainted tears
Muddled words
Blurry vision
Broken clocks
Slowly
Stop
Ticking
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Puisi{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
