Black and red steaks
yellow and green lines
such a pleasant sight
to sorrowful eyes
steaks of paint
a gentle touch
miricals coming
from a small little brush
a broken smile
another touch
red glistening paint
fills the brush
a cracking laughter
a little voice
all this pain
wasn't her choice
sirens and wails
a SWISH and a RUSH
a piercing cry
a voice put into HUSH
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Lies
PoetryWell hey people! yeah i decided to write again (just couldn't resist!) well this is actually gunna be a collection of poems that realate to bith my life and some of the lifes of my closest freinds. umm so yeah hope u liiikkkkeee!
