Oh, poor boyA Poem by TheOddOneA bitter-sweet poem about colors, sorrow, and regret. I wrote this poem some time ago but decided to publish it today.He loved green, purple, yellow
and red, He loved late nights when he was
going to bed. He loved the colors of the early
morning, And he never found a sunset
boring. The blue of the ocean and the
orange fall, These are the things he misses
most of them all. His lover’s green eyes, and his
mother’s pink pies, These are the things you remember
till you die. His shadow in the sun and the
glimmer of gold, These are the memories that will
never grow old. He was happy, loved and rarely
shed tears, But these are the moments when
misfortune appears. Oh, the poor boy, he lost it all,
he is in pain. He will never see those wonders, again. © 2018 TheOddOne |
StatsAuthorTheOddOneSwedenAboutAspiring writer. I am currently working on a novel but I like to experiment with poetry and short stories as well. Still working on my own unique style so my works might be different from one another.. more..Writing
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