Poems from Miac23
Is your favorite color still red?
Because my favorite is still blue.
Do you still wear those black pants?
Because I still wear my white...
I am from an origin unknown
From the bloodline steered by hearts of gold
From thriving flesh of juvenile hands, with each touch sparking...
I hope you see warm sun
Because your skin is cold.
I hope you feel my rust
Because these gears have mold.
My heart was made from human...
I only wish I could not feel
because I am too ashamed to.
Some seed in the slumbers
of my soul is alive for you.
When I sleep and eat
my...
It was so dark, so cold; always the same
till spark, till pain made fiery flames.
Crimson, flaxen colors disgrace my face
as fizz and hiss...