deserted without a drop. of dissapointment

ive grown used to the whole world taking anything that dresses me with a temporary  joy

wasting their fragile time. trying to knock me to the gravel

and make me A product of whom they are

but I always seem to prosper

we all have darker shades of lost color

but what makes a powerful being is finding that one drop of love that overcomes all the other poisons selfishly depleting our inner drive