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Sitting on the front stairs,
Soaking up the heat,
I watch you blink, and slowly slink,
Into your flesh and meat.
Bleeding on the iron gates,
I smell the air and rust,
The gate does screech, tainted with bleach,
The many scents of trust.
The sun shines bright upon us,
Shines on how far we can go,
Freckles appear, but when you’re near,
Together we can grow.
The drying red crust on the gates,
Shimmers and it shines,
It rots away into the clay,
And creates the vein-like lines.
Your eyes look grey and white now,
And I run back down to you,
The monochrome, it sets the tone,
All the while we grew and grew.
Black and white and grey and red,
It shapes all of the youth.
We form and break and try to fake,
But the colours show the truth.
Soaking up the heat,
I watch you blink, and slowly slink,
Into your flesh and meat.
Bleeding on the iron gates,
I smell the air and rust,
The gate does screech, tainted with bleach,
The many scents of trust.
The sun shines bright upon us,
Shines on how far we can go,
Freckles appear, but when you’re near,
Together we can grow.
The drying red crust on the gates,
Shimmers and it shines,
It rots away into the clay,
And creates the vein-like lines.
Your eyes look grey and white now,
And I run back down to you,
The monochrome, it sets the tone,
All the while we grew and grew.
Black and white and grey and red,
It shapes all of the youth.
We form and break and try to fake,
But the colours show the truth.