Colors

Tue, 02/13/2024 - 11:06 -- Dlo14

Everyday with you seems to get tougher 

Our problems go from one to another 

I remember when we used to be lovers 

Till you painted the picture with your true colors 

 

My canvas now a black and barren wasteland 

I feel wasted, pushing my problems till I find the right placement

This poem is about: 
Me

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