I told myself I was over you
I told myself my feelings for you
We're through and done
You were my rain and out
Came the sun
Drying up your tainting love
That bared beneath my pale pink
Honeydew heartSwallowing my supple joy
Overcasting me in unpleasant coy
You ceased the colors that were my life
Seizing me in the forceful grays that
Were your strife
I try to rise but I'm torn apart
Blood red droplets seep from my
Honeydew heartYou're no good for me
And I'm not good for you ...
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Paperlife.
PoesiaA book of random flash fictions, prose, and some poems that I originally didn't have a home for. ~}{~ Highest Peak: #99 in Poetry