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.