I will love you
through the bad news.
I know that your mother died
and your colors turned
black and blue,
Down to the real you.
I can love someone with
broken tunes,
I thought I would show myself
to you.
By then you’ll be a disappointed fool.
“I trusted you”
Trust is like taboo
I never loved you,
I never cared for your bad news.
I know that your mother died
I know at the time, I was all that you needed to confide,
But, this is new
“For better or for worse right?”
That was the “fight” or “flight”
“For rich or for poor..”
I was losing my mind
By then you’ll be a disappointed fool
With colors turning black and blue.

©AKD

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