As the light shines
It shows a beautiful table of mine
Old, oak and ancient
It shares so much times
But the truth behind a fallacy is etched in the scratches and lines
The table is not oak
It is just broke
Destroyed by the anger of every word you spoke
But I hold onto it, cuz after you left
Realization hits me, that all I am was stole
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Knotted Rainbows Me Tie Me Down
PoesiaA collection of poems inspired by colors one written for Every day in November. #ColorMeNovember
