When the days go cold
Colored winter snow
Brushing to my cheeks
Like little ice cream balls
Laying beside me
Covered with pastel sheets
Made in strings and beads
And some fluffy cheese
Snuggling by the fire place
We share each others' warmth
Eating toast with peanut butter spread
Breakfasts on our dinner beds
Candy canes were seen all day
Like lamp post on the streets
Flying on the stratosphere
With rainbow-pooping sheep
I miss you for a thousand times
Through out the night and day
But inside imagination land
Your with me on the month of May
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Crayons Of The Cruel World
PoetryTo the dude out there, still trying to live in the cruel world we call home, Do something about it!! Color it up!! Use some non-existing words and imaginary adventures, Whether it is good or bad, dark or light, something that can pop out of thin pap...
