Color my vision
I've created about
The feelings
Known as love
Not being enough
Appears be the only
Memory
Heart begging for
Wholeness
Dismissed by
Unspoken conversations
Without invite
To defend
All doubts
My pain
Covered
By sweet talks
And
I care
Trying to shake
These emotions
Of
Nothingness
That seems to
Ease between the
Cracks
Weaving and strangling
Me
Confused and unsure
Knowing not what to do
My love is cloudy
Even when
I love you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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