you must realize this:
that by the time you're gone,
somewhere around the world,
that you were always the sad poems
i always wrote with my angry heart
and by the time you're gone;
i'll no longer be hurt
and from somewhere around the world
when you return;
i'll hurt you with the biggest smile you never deserved
that for once and for all
i have triumphed
an achievement
of being happy again.
yes.
down the fire you went.
-n.d.
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blue | poetry ✓
Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
