It’s tearing me apart
My soul isn’t free
My lips turn tart
My eyes shine brightly
I’m purple and black
Yet I’m dark and bright
I can’t keep track!
Of my darkest night
He’s switching up my scales
His smile, it is teeming
Forgetting all happy tales
Leaving me, in discomforting colors screaming
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Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a quick write from a little while ago I found recently in a stack of papers. I hope you enjoy it.
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