R E S U L T
The paper unfolded
And I wasn't mistaken
There were columns
And columns for every situation
There were letters that were money
There were subjects not worth a dime
There were broken relationships and hope all reliant at the same time.
To some the paper was a fan
That was like collagen against the skin
A protective barrier against the monster of failure that had set in.
To others it was an airplane a paper one that drifted them away from wanting for some time.
Fragments of paper
With power
Ink letters
With which we all shower
Cherish this paper or rip it to shreds
There are multiple doors in life's labyrinth.
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R O S E G O L D
PoetryS P O N T A N E O U S P O E T R Y Some words are aesthetic, Others, Are wild... A collection of random poetry, on a variety of different topics I hope you will enjoy. Some are as pretty as gold and the petals of a rose, but others sting...
