Ideas, ideas, finally free
Pouring out from inside me
But not enough time in the day
To write down, to tell what I say
And when I do complete a sentence
I'll show it off to all who listens
Because when I talk, no one hears
This is how I communicate my fears
Alas, I can't get them all out
You'll never fully know what I'm about.
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...
