What colour my eyes,
you'll see right through.
Into my mind,
I'm showing you.
Angels of mine
have all absconded.
The ballots are in
and all are counted.
A landslide shows
only demons have voted.
So words of hurt
have been promoted.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
What colour my eyes,
you'll see right through.
Into my mind,
I'm showing you.
Angels of mine
have all absconded.
The ballots are in
and all are counted.
A landslide shows
only demons have voted.
So words of hurt
have been promoted.
Poetry by Kaydee.
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