Markers stain
Stain your skin
As you write and write
Pencil lead
Rubs your hand
Darkening, nearly black
Crayons stay
The only one
To always be on paper
But markers
They're always chosen
The prettiest of the pack
Your skin drinks
It drinks the ink
Colored for days and days
And markers
Forever colored
Will always be second
To electronics
By: gotohelltoburnwithme
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Poems
PoesíaPoems written by myself or friends. None of these are stolen. Do not steal these, please. Fyi, rarely any of these are happy Updates whenever, sorry, I don't write poetry much anymore, but when I do, I'll publish it here (:
