I don’t have anything left to say.
I’m starting to feel so dismayed.
I wish I could be some sort of clay,
Where anything and everything can mold me a different way.
Because right now, my world is nothing but grey.
I didn’t think you could affect me this way.
Now I wonder,
Why we both chose to walk away.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2015