I dawn my rose colored glasses and escape
from the world
brush it aside
The paper on the table
is only words
only words
on gray tinged news print
snapshots of nothing
Hurt, pain fear
and nothing
nothing to me
nothing of me
nothing for me
to think long thoughts of
to cry and feel the pain of many,
Black and white can't touch me
its all just pink
in a happy existence,
cant touch me
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student poetry, by yours truly, open for criticism and always making room for improvement, finding inspiration everywhere
About Me
- charlotte
- british columbia, Canada
- i'm a thinker, a doer, a procrastinator, a go-getter, a stair taker, an elevator rider, a hippie, a tourist, a sailor, a painter, a knitter, a creator, an optimist, and a tea drinker
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1 comment:
na nananana nana
cant touch this
ok but seriously, its a really nice poem charlotte. its really well written, has nice flow, and follows a good guide line.
sup nice :)
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