The passion is present.
Parks and parking lots, never upsetting.
The story I'll tell you, it's unrelenting.
And it starts on the last day of my sophomore setting.
I had just gotten over another form of night.
It didn't take you long to inject into my life.
Like venom, but sweeter, I didn't see the knife.
Behind my back, I wouldn't last, I couldn't see the sight.
I was blinded by first love, and last vow.
Looking back at it, I won't see that past now.
I saw her in my sky, a lightning blast I allowed.
A grey, unmoving rain, like a storm; fast and loud.
Despite my better judgement, and my friends' sentiments.
I find myself three hundred and sixty-five days into it.
If given half a chance, what would I have done different?
It's over now, and I'm happy now, that's what matters, isn't it?
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The Color Green
PoesiaThis is a collection of works that is my way of thoroughly expressing what I'm feeling, seeing, and learning throughout life over the course of the last 3 years.
