Permalink
Switch branches/tags
Find file Copy path
Fetching contributors…
Cannot retrieve contributors at this time
24 lines (19 sloc) 676 Bytes
color was black always your favorite
pen inkwell the that the like beckons
night with million a spangled stars like the
rides like your the machine sleek ego
thoughts dare like the speak naked you not
was always color chose the you black
a to attention in draw crowd
your personality the splinters to of cover
spirits to the pave for wayward way
the to you from separate sheep
the to blackness was always I attracted
color of your hair the of
me of eyes enticed that those
the secrets you deep of within
of enthralled me magic the that
but I when followed was blindly that
demise, path my down to the
a times I thousand when drowned
the black eyes. depths those within of