You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

his hands were blue his eyes black his lips were white and his cheeks red but all people saw was a rainbow s h o r t p o e m s - a k a :: results of too often exaggerated yet too real emotions number twenty-eight in poetry on april seventeenth (just how??) [lowercase intended] w a r n i n g : some poems deal with sensitive topics i take no credit for the picture