i once used to write about the
colours of her eyes being the richest,
most lavish thing in the entire world,
but now they are just a dull grey,
hiding behind her eyelids because
i can no longer feel colour
when i look at her.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
