I let my
feelings drip
Onto the
blank canvas
And colour
it black
With the
darkness
Held secret
In the
corners of my soul
Zoetically
dead.
Until you
went
Through my
unwary heart
In from the
front
And out the
back
And the
drips turned red.
Until the
canvas
Got painted
With the
poetry
That was my
life
In a black
palette, that bled…..
MS
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