How can grey be so colourful?
How can suppression be so exhausting?
How could God be so wasteful ?
Putting the best of his resources on just one person .
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I don't have a Kel A or Kel B,
So Kelsey is not a Kel C to me,
I miss you for days unend,
I, miss, you should consider more than a friend,
Cos I see that your soul is so beautiful,
And when I see your eyes I can't help but wonder...
"How can grey be so colourful "
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COLLECTION OF DUSTY OLD POEMS
PoetryJust a couple old poems I could salvage from over the years... could find 98% of them. Most are about the only person I loved, once called "my partner, my everything " Now known as "My Ex" Enjoy PS: Thanks to @Mominamable335 for the cover ❤
