The touch he planted, the scars he drew;
Pure bane was every shade of Mr.Blue
Lilac wasn't meant to be our colour anymore
Once our polaroids, now lay scattered on the floor;
Waiting to be smoke up the chimney and ashes,
Smoke turned clouds then precipitated,
Acid rain;
That's when I lay down with my senses,
On a park bench;
My tears variegated with the toxic substance.
Like something in the rain, here my wounds lay latent,
When I left hoping to afford a change.
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoetryGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
