Colours
Countless questions, believe me I was never trying to find any answers.
I was not dreaming, was just creating a mess of stories in my mind.
I wasn't a thinker, was not a dreamer, was not living, my words were hopeful but I was never true to them.
I confessed to me all of the time, but never did anything to make things right.
Blue was the colour of my mind, grey when I closed my eyes, maybe I should've set myself free, maybe I never really wanted to.
I guess I was playing a game, never really realized that even when I was winning, I was the one losing still.
You made me realize that the sky is golden and every grey cloud has a silver lining, that dreams are colored even when you're dreaming with open eyes, that when words don't rhyme a poem still makes a heart smile, that it's all fun and games until you're the one who gets played.
My words are less fabricated and so are my dreams, my poems never rhyme but they make my heart smile, my stories are not just stories anymore and
my smile, well I don't fake it anymore.
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You made me realise that life is colourful and the deep blues and dark greys never last long, the sky clears, shining golden, bright as daylight.
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Little Letters of Life
Poetry'Little Letters of Life' is filled with poems, musings and stories. This book is a perfect combination of fiction and reality. It's everything I am and everything you can relate with. I wrote it all for myself, but I feel like even though we shuffl...
