The Whims And Caprices of A One Sided Lover…


~ S. S. Jacques

I’m not made of vibrant colors,
I’m made of a black ink,
But amidst the chromatographic alcohol
I show my colors in layers,
the lightest in the outermost,
but as you pierce deeper,
you find a blackened soul,
A soul, blackened with anguish.
You see my decieving smile,
look once, into my eyes,
you’ll find a hollow fear,
the fear of my secrets.

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