they don't know which colors are true!
hidden is the deepest darkest blue!
they only see the bright white that will shine
and you will never see the hideous black behind
she sits in her room , lonely as she cries
the baby blue tears fall from her eyes
in your eyes she's perfect pink without a flaw
so much that you fail to see grey sorrow so raw
2am, she sits on the floor next to her bed
with her wrist dripping liquid anger of the purest red
she's so purple and maxed out with fear
that in her body there is no room for air
Every night, she cries herself to sleep
till golden dawn arises to that ''bideep,bideep!''
I'll never let my sadness show
put on a fake smile and am ready to go
-Bri
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vivid memories
PoetryWell basically this is a book with a collection of poetry ...it's my mind's thoughts and feelings and my life..it contains many mood swings ...hope you guys enjoy
