Opening my eyes
To see black and white.
Saddening,
Glaring,
Contrasting,
You.
Had always been that
Epic hair flip
Ingeniou musician
Steph Curry.
It had been a night
In the country with the red sun,
Blood against death,
Color of love,
Dripping against purest white.
Earbuds,
Soundtracks,
Time flies.
Too bad.
Artificial birds carried us,
But last night,
In the country of red and white,
He'd asked me,
If it's too late to say
goodbye.
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Superman Can't Fly
PoesiaA collision of sadness, pain, desire and so much more. There are lots of impossible things that we believed to be possible such as mending a broken heart, forgetting a traumatic past and reliving the most joyous moments. Sometimes, it seems like the...
