Pink And Green

‎Pink And Green

By: Tyler Ross

Like your perfect threads,

we wove into fabric.

Sewn so effortless,

love's ball of bliss, we buttoned together,

so magnetic.

Not My Cup Of Comfort

Not My Cup Of Comfort
By: Tyler Ross

Today is the day that I free myself
Could you see it coming after the declining of my health?
I begged and pleaded, please don’t go away
Now I close my eyes and pretend to forget you, anyway
I hate this feeling and the way it has to be
The only time I hated you is when you gave up on me
But, let’s be honest we’re a great fucking match
And the only way you’ll remember is if I let go, and move on from our past

Acting To Get By

Acting To Get By

By: Tyler Ross

He was asked what's wrong, but he replied, "I'm fine."

We called him a bad actor.

His emotions like after a jog shined over his skin.

Uncomfortable with the withdrawals, he suffered.

Due to the fact he was without

the one he truly cared for, who remained distant.

Not knowing what she wanted, he still felt true love was there

hiding its pretty half of the face.

Right now, she hadn't the interest or the care.

So, he acted.

Putting on the best facade he possibly could

because he was dying inside knowing he could no longer surface

such intense feelings, for they pushed his love further away.

His core, where he kept her;

the conquering all, the stellar, the comparable to nothing left uncertain for its return.

He walks with his head up, but inside he burned.

It escaped sometimes.

Sometimes around her, we still called him a bad actor.

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