tell me how you like them,
i need some constructive criticism.
you
your face it does so haunt me,
behind these lids its you i see,
it reminds me of what used to be,
and how you're so right for me.
colors
the ground and trees
are bright with leaves,
yet my heart is nowhere near.
i've worn my heart on both my sleeves,
yet still crushed by someone dear.
a wall
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