IM SUCKING THE COLOR OUT OF YOUR LIFE AND IM LEAVING YOU WITH EYES THAT ONLY SEE BLACK AND WHITE
AND NOW YOUR BLUE SKIES HAVE TURNED TO CHARCOAL AND THE RAIN NEVER CEASES
YOU HAVENT SEEN THE SUN SINCE YOUVE MET ME OR SMELLED THE FLOWERS THAT ONCE BLOOMED WITHIN YOUR FINGER TIPS
IM THE OCEAN THAT FILLS YOUR LUNGS AND THE ANCHOR THATS DRAGGING YOU TO THE DEPTHS BENEATH MY WAVES
PLEASE DEAR FORGIVE ME
|McKayla Contreras|
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Garden of Thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts that grow and twist themselves through my brain.