red lost its spark.
and blue lost its cold.
black isn't even dark, nor white is light anymore.
colourful become a word with no meaning.
and i've lost interest in my once colourful life.
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NOTE FROM THE HEART
Poesíahe was my moonlight. now every night is dark. ~note from the heart . #4 in poetry #26 in quotes #5 in poem. . I hope he sees this, as these were all the things I wished I said before he left. . this is what my broken heart, lost. soul, and generally...
