They told me I was cute, they told me I was pretty
He told me I was ugly, I wouldn't get anybody
They told me I was funny, humor was my thing
He told me I was dumb, and that I couldn't sing
They told me to follow my dreams, to listen to my heart
He told me I wasn't good enough, that I shouldn't even start.
They told me to dump him, he wasn't worth my while
He told me that if I left him, the consequences would be vile
They told me he went somewhere, the place, I don't know
He told me that he'd keep his promise, that I could never let go...
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colorless
PoetryIn 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...
