Colors, I've never lost them,
but you took it with you.
But I had to let it all happen.
I can't fight those things
that you like.
I said come to me and I'll be your statue,
But i would guess you knew.
On how to make use of me until,
I'm nothing to you.
To put you inside a box so that
I could hold you.
Until you said " I do "
That you want someone new.
I guess I knew, and I had to let you.
I wished I could be all the things
that you deserve, But.
You were already sick of me,
and I agree with you.
-Yyance.
YOU ARE READING
A better place.
Poesíatherapy book/ Quote/poem/self-realization book. In this book, we write about our own experiences of having to dream for freedom and more about love/self/people/care/ and many more. My friend and I have our own work, so we decided to collaborate. Re...
