I breathe in shades of gray,
Always have.
The flowers I had,
Give me a gift.
The gift of colour.
I just wish flowers didn't die off,
As now their colour,
Well, lack there of colour.
Is so dreadfully painful.
I'm so sick of losing.
I'm so sick of the monotone world.
I just want to be drenched in colour.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
