Sadness; It's the colour blue,
The heaviness in your chest and the lump in your throat,
It's the inevitable tears and silent screams,
It's when your smile no longer beams.
Anger; it's the colour red,
It's the pounding of your heart and the clenching of your fists,
It's the hurtful words and scary shouts,
It's the noise coated in fear and doubts.
Happiness; it's the colour yellow,
It's the smile on your face and laughter in your ears,
It's picnics on the beach and leaves in the wind,
It's when nothing is ever quite out of reach.
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Victim of Lethologica
PuisiA collection of poems that are written by me in order to express my thoughts in a way that is not entirely original; or basically what I can't say out-loud.
