Black and white,
We saw in colors before,
Until the dark stole the light away,
And suddenly everything was out of store.
Those colors.
I didn't even notice,
When she poured it all out,
I couldn't somehow face the truth,
That we had almost lost the count.
I didn't catch the disappointment,
Written in her eyes,
So when she told me what I had done at last,
I couldn't realize;
That it was all my fault,
And she might never be fine.
But I'm sorry I was blind,
And that our colors became distant lies.
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Dust of the untold
PoezieYet another poem collection, Ready to be free, Words written down by a stranger, Some scars you just got to see. A collection of hearts, A bucket of sorrow, A box of pain and my deepest thoughts. These are untold stories, From a closed soul, and a c...
