Boys Don't Burn BlueA Poem by savesthedaynjhe crushed his auburn hair in his hands in hopes I had not just held out my hand. Why can't you just let me go? he pleaded. and to think he was so beautiful before this got old. I whispered that I loved him before I really knew. As we pulled apart and the oxygen hit our lips he began to combust. And his greens disappeared first. swiftly followed by his yellows. the pinks floated up soon after. before long the grays faded til there was nothing but tufts of deep red hair and still.... he never lost his blues.
He crushed his auburn hair with his palms in hopes there was nothing but tufts © 2008 savesthedaynjFeatured Review
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Added on March 16, 2008Last Updated on April 29, 2008 AuthorsavesthedaynjNJAboutI am -an NJ college kid -a music aficionado -a movie nerd -a radio DJ -the world's WORST guitarist -an obsessive Post-it user (highlighters too) -a "collager" -a recreational photographer -.. more..Writing
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