your eyes leak the many stars
that color your soul,
while I, pour fists of flames
from the gaping black holes
of my mind
fire ignites in the destruction
that which I cry.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
