You claim that you're an angel,
but I know you don't dream in color,
you dream in 50 shades of gray

When you say that its black
But I know that it's white.

When there is nothing left for you to say.

"Who knows what the future might bring?"

I know..
Regret and dismay.

Its just a shame
That's All

Happy Valentines Day.

Not angry.
Not sad.
Not broken
Not depressed.
Not upset.
Not even jealous.
I thought I was at first, but I don’t think I am
Because I really meant what I said
Reading that text made me smile
Happy for you
I hope it works out
I’m just a little disappointed.
That’s all.
:(
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Please comment I love to read interpretations of my poetry, and anything else! Stories, suggestions, etc. anything really.