The warm feeling of a bright yellow fills me with dread. For I will never feel the sweet touch of it again. The cold ,dark blue seeps into my skin like a sponge to water and fills my senses with a feeling of fulfillment.
I know I'm empty of color yet I still feel them. Peacefully flowing in the purple winds and the delightfully pastel pinks gracefully passing by me. The dark shades of greys and browns that surround me seem to fade away until I walk into a room full of bright yellows and immediately I know I don't belong.
All I bring is dark while everyone is glowing brightly. I'm just a darkness, unwanted.
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Poetry For The Hurt And Loved
PoetryHello, Chris here welcome to my collection of poems. I love them... Mostly but thank you for reading hope your having a good day. Drink some water stay safe gb. 🐖
