is this a phase?
or is it the start
of a brand new life,
a purified heart?
will it save me,
or tear me apart?
should I consider it
a trick of cupid's dart?
if i accept this way,
just like the rest
will it grow old?
will I pass this test?
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...
