Enough.
Enough of the pretension that the colour of love is red.
Remember,
When you crushed my heart under your filthy shoes
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Can feel the crushing of the heart as the color black punches a hold in it! A very intense and pervasive feeling of fear coming about and filled with gloom. Your poem leaves an extreme impression on the mind that cannot be washed away by tears. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
I was astounded by the narrative in the poem which leaves a painful impression on the mind. Thanks for sharing this poem.
heartache at its best