"I was driving home, and the sky was a mixture of all sorts of colours
It reminded me of your eyes and so I painted a picture just for you but then you left it out in the rain to smear
and I hope you didn't see my tears clash with my blood that night
I was walking down the street and I saw a collection of lovely flowers
and I thought of how you smelled when I hugged you
and I tried to pick them just for you but they wilted before I saw you again
and I suppose i died along with them
I was listening to music and I heard a song reminded me of my love for you
so I made an album and handed it to you but you dropped it onto the cement
and my heart shattered more than the case
i was talking to you and I tried to tell you that I love you
but you told me you loved him
so I know I should stop trying because you want to be his
but what if I just wanna be yours?"
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
