I've never seen colors
Until I met you
You showed me them all
From yellow to blue
But in the rainbow
The light caved in
And as I laid low
I let the rain win
The quiet downfall
Sheathed my rage
with the colorless wall
That locked me away
I couldn't hate you,
For you showed me yellow.
Though strong was the blue
So I live in the bellows
I ask you politely
To exit my mind
But not even slightly
Do you budge your bind
I give up; take over
I'll live in defeat.
You fake green clover:
know that you hurt me.
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The Ashes of My Eyes
PoetryShort collection of nineteen original poems of pain, thoughts, and life lemons. This was my very first collection that I hold dear to my heart, written during some of the most depressing years of my life. These were created when I was fifteen and I...
