Saturday, November 03, 2018

Swizzles-End


Silver, gold and bronze you have it then what am I?
White isn't my color I'm more of black that fall.
In between I try to reach but you walk out and go.
Zip to open the wound which already heal in a long rev.
Zone me out of place where you left me aside.
Loss of shade will I stay in black from where I lay?
Enlist me out of your life now what do I do?
Stir me back to this pain then why you let me fall to you?

??? ??? ???

Jr.


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