In my heart,
there's nothing
I don't feel.
silently judging
but feeling nonetheless
I react all the same,
only on the inside,
to hide the pain
and when you ask me
Why are you so cold?
my face freezes over
And I realize
You are right
I haven't really felt
Anything in awhile
I just told myself I did
But I haven't.
And I still don't.
k.g
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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...
