He's just so perfect you know?
It's just incomprehensible how
I could love someone so much
And for me that's a lot
I don't love anyone or anything
Except him
But he doesn't know that
He doesn't know me at all in fact
And that's not even the saddest part.
The saddest part is that despite the opposing facts I still have hope.
I am a stupid girl.
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...
