
colours
I was grey,
Trying to be yellow,
And he was yellow,
Trying to be grey.
He wanted nothing more
Than to love
And I wanted nothing more
Than to die.
Mixing the two of us
Together
Is like mixing
Vodka
And
Cigarettes.
This poem is about:
Me
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