THE ABSENCE OF COLOR
Grey clouds
Smother the air
And color
The sky.
Grey clouds
Dampen my mind
And color
My thoughts.
Black storms
Soak the land
And drown
The world.
Black storms
Take my thoughts
And drown
Me.
Be my sun.
So hey guys *hand wave* I actually wrote this a couple of weeks ago, but I found it in my notes and it pertained to my current situation... in a way.
And Jas, you know what the dedication is for~
~Liz
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Butterflies
PoesíaEmotions are like butterflies, gnawing at your stomach lining, filled with nerves. They lie dead, filled with grief. They escape, filled with hope. Blossoming into a reigning monarch in success and happiness.
