i was colorful
i was accessible
i was a bookshelf;
you were needy
you were desperate
you chose me in the moment;
as you picked and prodded,
took and took,
until you got what you needed
and i was left,
with no more books;
left with no more reason
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t h e b r o k e n o n e s
YOU ARE READING
sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poetryshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
