See I became blue so you could become pink
I became purple so you could become green
The difference between you and me
I didn’t get upset when I said “why can’t you choose?”
Instead I sat and listened, with a smile in my teeth.
You liked a song so I chose another
You sang along so I became the drummer
The difference between you and me
I grinned and listened with crescent moons in my palms all summer.
See you liked this and I let you speak
I liked this and you said it’s strange
I thought we understood each other on paper perfectly
You just liked having a sense of control in this page
You wanted an escape and when I couldn’t give you one
You decided I’d be the reason you aren’t free
So are those colors even pretty?
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Author:
Morgue (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2025 22:24
- Comment from author about the poem: No matter the shade, I’ll be your competition for contrast, atleast in your mind that is.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Differences in color sometimes contrast and at others clash a wonderful write about the differences in people and the relationship constructed out of this. Nicely done
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