I love him so much
I don't know what to do
There's no way we'll be together
It's inevitably doomed
I want to have hope
To believe this could be
But before I can wish for him
I need him to wish for me
And that can't be done
He'll never know me
Or what we could ever
turn out to be.
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...
