nothing good comes out of the dark
when you're on his mind and he's in your heart
he wants you now and only here
you want him always and everywhere
he fucks and forgets
you make love that lasts
he hurries up & leaves fast
you stay the night and past
He's on to another, girl after girl
you're stuck on him, this one's for sure
The difference between you and him
Is your heart's being fulfilled and his isn't
He's empty on the inside
full of pain and doubt
So he sleeps it away
when trouble sprouts
you get the satisfaction of
truly giving all your love
although you're not receiving back
better to have loved and lack.
k.g
(idk. sorry)
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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...
