The words all squirm together
as I write this short poem
They do not appear as colors on a page
but a black blob
They do not represent me
just words
like a dictionary
Maybe that is what our friendship was meant to be
a rainbow faded gray
the colors of crayons melting away
something that was meant to stray
I need to let our friendship decay
but I refuse to let all the colors of our memories die away
Comments
I really enjoyed this poem!! I love the way you rhymed the last five lines! Amazing work!
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