The silver paint in the sky makes me think the sun doesn't want to be seen today. But the sun must come back sooner or later, for without him, I am nothing.
It was a cloudy day today, the sky was a beautiful silver painting, but my sun was not there with me to witness it, and I felt cold.
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Thoughts In A Sad Persons Mind
PuisiThoughts when I'm depressed. Expect a lot. Because I'm always depressed. Technically it's poetry.
