It's our anniversary
I'm spending it alone
I miss you every second
you're in a different time zone
My baby is gone away
On a trip of some sort
Little does he know
My mission won't abort
I will continue to call
Each and every night
I won't stop buying tickets
To catch your same flight
I'll retweet and hashtag
To my heart's content
Waiting for him to recognize
All the love I've sent
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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...
