another year rings in
im alone again
what will it bring?
will i get over this fling?
could i hope to move past
and make temporary last?
maybe this time next year
i won't live in fear.
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...
