Forced myself to write to you today
Because you're out of town, far away
I didn't want to be the first to end the silence
But if I hadn't, I'd pay for it in violence
So I sent the message nonetheless
And I waited for a reply in distress
Even though I had to pretend to care
I didn't, consider it an unfriendly dare
I never want to speak to you again
Everything I say I have to feign
As soon as I can, I'm getting out
I'm tired of my every move having doubt
I don't want to have any contact
There is only one way for me to react.
And when I'm gone, know this hatred is a fact.
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...
