Green is the grass that grew on your land.
Green is the door on that old quirky house.
Green is the monster inside when you held her hand.
Green is the pain, clinging like a louse.
Green is the eyes full of tears.
Green is the bird's wings, flying free.
Green is the jealousy-filled fears.
Green is what saddens the girl you don't see.
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PoésieI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
