Color me dark

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    Color me dark

    Color me dark, and pained in the eyes
    Color me with black and twisted lies,
    paint in me all the secrets
    of the death you wish to escape
    and nothing of the beauty of the sun scape
    Color me with crimson not of wine but of blood
    and show me all the secrets covered by dirt and mud
    the secrets of the grave, and the colors of dis pare
    for that is my home, i am comfortable there

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    angel2 commented on Color me dark

    12-19-2009

    a sad poem but well done. sounds like bad depression

    Emilia commented on Color me dark

    05-13-2009

    Wow, that is amazing. Truly wonderful. I love it. Keep up the good work.! :3

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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