The rain is a resemblance of my happiness.
With rise and falls on better and worse days.
Every days like a star brighter than the other.
It's like a wish of true colors.
Blues are the sound of sadness,
While rock seems to be the happiness.
Why am I living in such a tortured life?
It's a life of more bipolar stuff than I myself.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
