Every house is the same
Cookie Cutter
Inside and out
There's no more originality
No more spark
Every house is the same
Beige walls throughout
It's boring
Depressing
No one willingly chooses beige
Everywhere I go
It's the same shade
One day
I'll paint over the beige
Pinks
And blues
And maybe some greys
And green too
And lavender
I look forward to seeing the beige gone
To finally add some color into my life
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
