he removes his rings from his fingers and places them on mine
this doesn't say much, but it should buy me some time
all i need is his good word
to put me at ease, rest assured
i believe we have something great
but i cannot deny our fate
its been doomed from the start
for love can't come from an empty heart
the question is: his or mine?
give me a clue, a hint, a sign
you already have, you say?
when i looked at him and he looked away?
the truth comes out late at night
when you stare out the window and he's nowhere in sight.
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...
