I sob and sob and sob. 'coz all your carefully constructed lies have come crashing down Raining on me in torrents The tears flow down unchecked But it feels good to cry. What else have you given me other than tears To remember you by?
They always talk about rose-tinted glasses That place the blame squarely on 'you' What people underestimate Are the blue-tinted ones Placed by someone else on you That obscure your view of the world And make sadness true for you I tweeted this poem to @ RealisticPoetry in response to a picture prompt. Picture source
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