"Greens of bliss in the morning, she saw.
Yellows of warmth in the sunset, she drolled over.
Reds of beauty in the flowers, she stared at.
Greys of peace in the winters, she craved for.
Blacks of comfort in the night, she loved.
But among all the shades of colours her favourite colour was blue.
She always wondered why.
Maybe because it was the colour of her soul which was painted with different hues of blue."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poesie"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
