Don't touch me
Don't look at me
Don't talk to me
Don't go near me
Don't touch meYour eyes are full sparkle
And your soul is full of color
It shines through every barrier
And infects every heartWhen we share air
I feel it beat against my walls
But what happens when a colorblind soul
Finds bright ink on its walls?
Does it let a little bit of light
Bleed through its walls?
Or would it blot that out to
Letting darkness seep into the heart once more?Do you understand now
Why I can't let you
Bleed through
Me?God this is so bad
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Poems by a Student
PoetryAn evolution of poetry through my years in school. This description sucks. Just read the book :) Highest rank: #456