When I was a child
I made myself promise
Never to drink, never to smoke
Never to stray off the path
I told myself my favorite color would always be pink
And I guess that just says a lot about me
Because now as a broken teen
What I promised myself has also been broken
I can't quit drinking, I'm addicted to smoking
I've lost the path of life
And black is my color, like the black of my shattered young heart
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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...
