I'm not a romantic or the one you like
It's not been reiterated
And it hasn't for months
I'm not a beauty with eligant pearls or nearly five, two
I'm not who you want to see
I can look right through
I don't feel it
I'm not your cup of tea
So please stop insulting me
There's a push as I try to hold you
A pull away as I try to take your hand
You don't like me like I do you
There's a pause and swaying for a month or two
You sit in silence when I speak the words
You told me all I am is blue
Too bad you didn't see the other colors too
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
I'm not a romantic or the one you like
It's not been reiterated
And it hasn't for months
I'm not a beauty with eligant pearls or nearly five, two
I'm not who you want to see
I can look right through
I don't feel it
I'm not your cup of tea
So please stop insulting me
There's a push as I try to hold you
A pull away as I try to take your hand
You don't like me like I do you
There's a pause and swaying for a month or two
You sit in silence when I speak the words
You told me all I am is blue
Too bad you didn't see the other colors too
Months ago I wrote for the last line: "I wish you saw the other colors too" sometimes it's good to give poems time just like anything really.
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