The light was so bright on us in the morning, upon dusk, it faded the glory.
I remember the sweet nothing's he told me, but now, they're just memories.
His eyes blue as the ocean looked happy instead of the pained brown ones mine showed.
His bleached hair flowing while mine laid flat grease glowing.
He should be so much happier with her.
After all, I'm nothing like her, am I?
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✨thoughts✨
RandomThe poems I write.. Some rants too. (if you are easily triggered, I strongly advise you not to read this)
