there was something about her
maybe she was born with it
maybe it was the way colors flowed out her mouth every time she uttered a word
maybe it was the way she drifted
never focused on one thing
but the thousand of hues around her
But maybe it was the way she saw good even in the devil
handed her heart over like
she could be the light
in everyone's darkness
and maybe it was him
that made our sweet angel color-blind
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PuisiI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
