black is all i see,
under the warm sunlight.
under his cold, ice embrace.
and under our simple needs
of being free.
in my dreams, i want to see white.
above the sinful skies.
above these flocks of birds.
and above the feigned gleaming light.
but there is always a tint of black,
inside our flooded hearts.
inside of what we used to call home.
and inside of the white winter
vision we both lack.
tins and cans of white paint,
beside our joyous memories.
beside you and i.
and beside our promises swearing
this love would never taint.
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this poem was never finished,
and i still have no intentions
of ever finishing it.
so.. :p
mwahahah!
YOU ARE READING
nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙
Poetryfor you who has found this, for you who has vainly read my dreaded feelings and silent sobs.
