Bloodstream

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Art By: Madamchryzl

Feels like I amdrowning in blackand white, when I choose to livein radiant color.

My whole life I watchedthose with erasers; masking utensils follow behind.

“Why would you want to fade these beautiful hues?” I would ask.

“Because it discolors our scenery.” They would say.

And follow you will, continue tostand behind; here, my love reigns.

I prefer a colorful horizon, multitudes of beauty and breathing endless color spectrum.

Sciencecan have their primaryYellow, Red, and Blue.

Our sun radiates yellow, our sky covers us in blue, and our hearts beat red.

Those with erasers in hope of new beginningswill not wash away my love.

Nor, maskyour angryof ink to deface my crimson heart.

Cast outyour erasers and agendas and open your eyes.

Dive into the life that has been painted before you; if you love today, may you love even more tomorrow.

I feel like I am…

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