Portrait

Tue, 01/08/2019 - 14:19 -- Aspen

I remember how I loved you

But those feelings were always alone and never returned

Flown but had blown

Just burned

Used me as a portrait to be used for remembering

Rather than entering without censoring

Oh god im trembling

You’re the sun having fun due to the fact you’ve always won

I'm just the flower being powered

I'm the poor coward sheep being devoured

Just leave all you do is decieve

You’re the big bad wolf, came dressed as something else to fool me

Too cruel using me as a tool to cover up the bad you’ve done

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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