Black and Blue

His hands were painted black and blue since birth

And he run them over your skin

And touched your lips

And held your hands

And held you while you slept. 

He left behind

The black

And the blue

On your skin

And your lips

And those fragile hands

And dear I have to ask you

To wash it off

And stop painting

All those that you touch. 

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Black and blue, perhaps the results of a haunted childhood? It is said that sadness begets sadness, and I couldn't have put it any better myself. Well done.