Untitled cause I didn't write it. (My guy friend gave it to me.....so sweet!)

Slow and grim
Was the shadow
Its advancement upon me was
Flawless

Perfect; it devours easily
The bright colors
Which once dwelled within
Dispersed

Create: a train wreck of emotions
Colliding to destroy
The explanations of how
I feel

The rain fell that day;
I cried again
Slow and grim, it was
Flawless

X Beside the poem, he wrote this: This poem is about how things overtake you: how sadness and madness fight against the joy, bringing depression, making you confused, unable to explain how you feel, and how it comes slowly but surely. X