Black is the color that you feel when you've lost someone.
Black is that hole in your gut you feel.
Black is nothing.
Black is how you feel in the inside when you regret or miss someone.
Black is the cry stuck in your throat.
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Thoughts Turn to Poems
PoésieHello wonderful people! So, every now or then I'll have this idea or something and I end up writing a poem about it. So I have seven random poems stacked up in my notes. It's not exactly your normal poem, because they normally don't rhyme, but they'...
