"Green, blue, grey, green,Hazel and brown eyes too. They stare from below wondering what to do. You yell out from a cloud, screaming at us what we are to do. You tell us we must find a way past the melancholy but you offer no path. You expect us to follow you blindly on your little truth? We want to believe you but it's human instinct to believe what we see, not what we dream. To survive without lies in a world of lies is hard, I've tried. Melancholy became my friend, and Melancholy showed me his friend. Death. I can't live my life being friends with Melancholy because he's best friends with Death, but I can't live my life without Melancholy so I chose Death."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
