I was once a painting of red, of yellow, of pink,
but you came around and tainted me.
My hues turned from bright to blue and black,
and every stroke was thick,
making it so hard to scrub away.
You stained me,
and changed me.
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Poetrywords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
