little, light blue pen. you hardly even know the true meaning of the word, 'life'. you are, so interested in peace and joy that you can't even look at the negativity in most things. you can't fathom what you look like to other people, and you don't seem to really care. you simply write some words down, and think it looks good because of it's the color, blue.
oh little, light blue pen. how could you be so naive?
// m.m.
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PoesíaPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
