They say his eyes are the darkest browns,
But to me they are the deepest of blues.
Such sadness woven into his soul,
Stitches I know he's tried to remove.
We were strangers,
But his soul has befriended mine far before the first sunrise.
Big mind, small world.
It can't contain him.
We should hope he bursts,
Coloring our dark lands,
With perhaps the color he met first.
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Numbing Waves
PoetryA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
