I feel like that piece of lint in your pocket
and I feel like I was set to the side
and maybe that wasn't your intention
but you can't change the feeling that grows inside
that disrupts that perfect thing and now
All because of a silly seed of doubt
It just took one plant of the seed to grow the nose for things not lied
It just took one plant for the beanstalk to ruin the perfection and cloud our sky
And silly little fairytales that helped us fall asleep
became a part of real life and ruined reality
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Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
