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Alas, the heart with color deprivation,

It beats black and blue; to the different hues,

Internally on its own eternal demise,

In search of the hidden truth instilled in every white lie,

Consciously following it to a troubled ending,

Your ambiguous ways have left me feeling astray,

The hidden truth is just a culmination of my feeble hopes,

The hopes that have been abandoned out the door in which you came,

Now with every breath in the rainy days - on this glass door,

I illustrate the colorless heart that survived for more than I could ever ask for.


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<Deleted User> (17799)

Mon 7th Oct 2019 02:09

This poem is beautiful

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Heart of Lead

Tue 5th Mar 2019 16:56

Brilliant first line. It is a beautiful poem you have here, which pulls together emotion, hope, and fear of the colourless heart's world.

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