Life is a pen, darling.
If we cannot erase, then -
must we resign ourselves to leave the page?
Are not more beautiful when marred?
Immersed in navy blue regret
on this starless night of first loves.
A past, bruised with so many
black-and-white rainbow,
drip down from the ceiling of this
artistic epitome and gnashing teeth.
Wishes still on the bridge of my nose,
I lick them away with skydust
And bury them in wicked chill.
Planetarium of life, it depicts truth
and his honest face that I could
never see in so much darkness.
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