when i met you,
i was a white canvas,
and you painted me with colours that i didn't know existed.
when you left me,
it was a black sky,
and you left me with feelings that i didn't know existed.
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ruination | poetry
Poetrya collection of 3am thoughts and poems from an insomniac some are my own and some are inspired- Copyrighted© 2017 started; 20/09/17 highest rank: #487 in poetry
