The Colors Of Sadness
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MatureComplete Sat, Jun 4, 2016<5 mins
When looking through eyes of white with a mind stained midnight black
You view the world in a twisted way
But colors it doesn't lack
You see the clouds high in the sky
Just gray instead of white
You realize stars are distant dreams lost in forever night
You spot the lilac hues
underlining happy eyes
You see the scarlet scars that others try to hide
But just like tired smiles
And the bright sweaters that they wear
Eventually they slip
A terrible truth suddenly shared
Due to deep unending sorrow
In the center of my soul
Shining waves of morning sun resemble dark and chalky coal
A painless torture everlasting
One without a simple cure
What a beautiful sadness
I am forced to endure
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