Stuck in the past,
I cannot escape.
The memories,
They haunt me,
And they sting my face.
Now I never dream,
No, I'm stuck in a nightmare.
All because you chose her.
The girl bright and sweet and fair.
She is everything I'm not,
And to become like her,
Is all you asked of me.
But she is all I'll never be.
We are opposites through and through.
And now I hear; you've left her too.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Colors
Poetry#colormenovember Every day of November I'll write a poem based off a color. Idea is by @aries_34 Cover by @Crazyfrsims
