Maybe one day I'll find that brush that paints my life black,
I always miss it by an inch as it is interested in my future,
One day I'd find it and i'd break it in half for all the smile I lack,
That one day was today as I saw that brush and all it's suture,
Directly attached to my nose tip, no wonder I couldn't see but in a pond,
And now my wish can' be fulfilled lest I break my nose,
Why is this ill fate being carved by myself to this life I was so fond,
But for now I can't break my nose, as that would be yet another loss.
No one but you paint your world.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
