Nothing was the color
Of my eyes when you decided
There was nothing left for you
In your tiny house divided
I waited, waited, waited,
Nothing painted all my thoughts
My days went by in blackness
While you danced with pans and pots
You made a little box in which
You kept your little secrets
You told me you
Would open it for me
And then it disappeared
And so did you
YOU ARE READING
I Never Said You Could Have It
PoetryA collection of poems from years and years of experiences, good, bad, worse, and downright disgusting. I've been through a lot, and I've seen a lot, and it's hard, but I know others are going through the same thing, and I want them to see that even...
