When I am overjoyed,
you are cloyed,
and when I am crestfallen,
you cannot help but be the opposite of befallen,
so perhaps my appalled fall will be your above all
once and for all.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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When I am overjoyed,
you are cloyed,
and when I am crestfallen,
you cannot help but be the opposite of befallen,
so perhaps my appalled fall will be your above all
once and for all.
