Bubbling to the surface
My newly enraged temper
I quickly grab a dish plate
Thrown across the room
Shatters to the floor
The one who did this to me
Has suddenly left the scene
They don't care to help me
When I am in ruins
And need them most
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colorless
PoesieIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
