It's like part of me
Has been stolen
By someone I
Least expected
It's like they stole my child
My pride and joy
My thing I created
Claimed as their own
I trusted and loved them
Only to have my love taken
Now I know that
You can't trust anyone today
YOU ARE READING
The Conflicted Color Pallet
Poésiethis is more or less my diary shared to literally the entire world. have fun exploring my deepest thoughts.
