he was too pure for this earth
i was soiled with baggage
he wanted a pure girl
i pretended to be innocent
he believed me, he began to see me
i selfishly played his heart
he found out I was lying from the start
i showed him my rubbish and dirty secrets
he remained the same good boy
i hoped I had a chance, that I could be condoned
but he had been devoured by my game
i destroyed the only beautiful thing this world ever had going for it
k.g
(kinda doesn't rhyme , kinda does idek)
YOU ARE READING
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...
