My world's a violent
Blue, sometimes a
Little green depending
On who is with me and
My man gets mad because
I get along and too close
With everyone. I scream
Red, yellow and orange
Wishing it'd pour down
In colours so I didn't have
To go outside watching
From my window, seeing
People fall out, slowly my
Fascination grows too tall.
Seven feet high, I sigh not
Wanting anyone and some.
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Sad Girl
PoetryPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
