I'm something new;
Something you look forward too;
Like the sunrise to the first human who saw it;
The first page of an empty notebook;
Eager to be written on;
So many stories to tell;
So much thoughts to share;
But everything wears off with use;
My covers grow dusty;
My leaves become torn;
And then one day you'll throw me away;
Just like the first person before you;
And then find something new.
YOU ARE READING
Black isn't a Color ➵ poems
Poetry❝ Black isn't a Color, rather, the inability of light to reflect off. ❞ A collection of poems from the confused soul of an antisocial adolescent, who doesn't know where they belong, and where they don't.
