Bleak, milky grey. That's how
I feel every
Time.
Cheated from happiness
Holding onto what used to be.
Would you even care?
Hearing how you made me feel
Yelling, screaming on the inside
Every thought, every doubt
Still fresh because of you.
I tried to hold on
Forgetting the promise
only when I
remembered
what great
thing that
was given
vulnerability stills.
Every chord and
years
of resentments
undergo metamorphoses.
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Hey Y'all,
Here is another poem.
~ B. Whetstone
