I idolized him
I wept at his feet
He was the only one
For me
I followed him
I tried to meet
He couldn't care less
About me
I continued on
I still loved him
And yet he still didn't
Love me
k.g
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colorless
PoesíaIn 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...
