Love's Darkest Shade
If love is a color
you are its darkest shade
that my brush seems to ignore
to overuse when I paint
If love is place in a city
you are its darkest alley
where I was told not to go
for danger lies within
If love is a time
you are nothing but its 2am
where all my demons hide
waiting to paint horror on my face
If love is a knife
you are its sharpest blade
pierced through this heart of mine
sending me off on my deathbed
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
