Crimson PaintA Poem by JaylynChristina
My eyes are gray,
My skin is white, My wrists leak red. The color's draining fast, From me to you, I don't paint the town, Instead I paint you. Blue becomes purple, And yellow turns green. I've got my pallete, The colors of my wind. Now I'm soaring, Flying above, As you call out from below. Yelling- "It wasn't your time to go." © 2016 JaylynChristinaReviews
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