Black and Blue

Black and Blue

A Poem by Kristin

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. 

© 2014 Kristin

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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.

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Added on July 20, 2014
Last Updated on July 20, 2014
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