No Sweeter The Color Of Depression Poem by stephanie varnadore
No Sweeter The Color Of Depression
Black and blue
Is all for you.
Love is dead,
Nothing was said.
Red and gray
Is what they say.
When we are seen
Together is never keen.
White and yellow
Our bird is a swellow.
The sun shines
But we are not fine.
Purple and gold
Our love was sold.
You cheated
Where I was seated.
Orange and pink
It was not set in ink.
Permanent was the pain
Because you made me insane.
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