I drew a portrait of you,
Put two x's where your eyes should be.
Deceased, gone, like how a leaf falls from a tree.
Its brown shade blends in with the earth.
See, I only noticed you when you were green.
Gracefully hanging onto that tree.
Every fiber of yourself,
when you were good enough to me, I could cling to you.
Then fall came and your leaves shifted to a crimson orange,
A criminal offense.
I chose not to indulge in crimson ways and I refuse to let my pride get in the way.
When everything is said and done,
My eyes turn away from what needs to be, and I let out a sigh.
The orange turns brown, and you're forgotten.
Left with the mud of the earth.
Left with the outskirts of my mind.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
