Body

Black hole

Sometimes I feel it and sometimes I don't
An egg made to be destroyed
People are always looking for scratches
Or comparison
Are inclided to see white
But not the true colors

Colors so beautiful
Like dancing on the rainbow
Made of soft pillows
But no
The floating figures are more important
The figures you can't feel or smell
Only to be seen
A part of a picture
But not the whole picture
Background
But not the main character

Paint me
The outside lines are not necessary

  • Author: Black hole (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2022 18:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: I am not quite familiar with writing poems, so feedback is always welcome 🙃
  • Category: Unclassified
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