February 25, 2020
I had forgotten how to love
how to dream
I changed myself for a love that couldn't be
and now I'm drab
Like a once crimson cloth left out in the sun for too long
Bleached of all colour and beauty
It can't make anyone happy
It can't even keep itself happy.
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A Collection of Thoughts
Randomjust some thoughts, random poetry, some personal some not though they write that way 🖤
