Your paper skin is imprinted and marked
with faded stories that no one
will ever read; dismal greys hide your
lonely eyes.
The black and white tears you cry smudge
the words written up your arms; the words
you wrote by the darkness of the night and
The torn heart inside your body.
Take this pen of coloured ink and I'll
write your stories for you; let me take
your burdens and heal your shredded,
paper heart.
Grasp my lilac hand and watch the colours
mix; a beautiful shade of muted purple
that spreads up your arm, a monochrome
scale of love.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
