Shattered dreams, broken heart
A thousand and one miles apart
the phone call that ended it all
Didn't care to spare me the fall
Listening to the repetitive voicemail
Hits my heart like hammer to nail
Crying into an old tissue box
And whispers, "I'm done with cocks."
(omg lol this was supposed to be serious, but the end just kind of happened omg i might delete this)
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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...
