tug tug tugging
on his shirt
he turns around
looks at her
she gets the attention
his round of applause
i get elbowed and
cursed upon
he doesn't see
the one I love
will never love me
or what I've done.
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...
