The sky is blue, The sad people don't have a clue.
The grass is green, However, the people aren't clean.
People are addicted, People are always being conflicted.
Ecstacy running through your system, when you took the drugs to kiss him.
The power you gain has given you strength like a superhero, But, when the power has disappeared you become the number zero.
The sky is blue, and you are too.
The grass is green, you are not clean even if its caffeine.
People are addicted, is what I just predicted.
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PoésiePoems I have put In time to think about. They are both negative and positive. They have meaning. They maybe ones I believe strongly about and you don't believe in them that's fine.
