He was white, now he is yellow
                              With green eyes
                              And heart thats blue.
                              
                              He was mine
                              But he was hollow
                              Now he's full
                              But he is hers.
                              
                              And he is wet
                              Soaking in love
                              I couldn't dry him
                              Yet I tried.
                              
                              But he was drowning
                              In lake of weepers
                              I couldn't reach him
                              He just dived deeper.
                              
                              Cuz she was still.
                              Non she gave
                              Neither she took
                              He was pale
                              She daren't look.
                              
                              Then she left
                              And he was free
                              Free of life
                              I murdered him.
                              
                              He was bright, now he is fading
                              With blank eyes
                              And heart thats hanging.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Shattered Diary
PoetryPoems I write on the run, when serotonin gets low and life's not working.
 
                                               
                                                  