mr. blue sky
i don't need you anymore to shine,
who said happiness has to be painted
in sunlight and yellow tulips!
the night, with her moon and stars
has my new favorite colors;
dark and crimson floods
dance in harmony between my fingers
between my lungs,
through my breath and my rhymes
black
is my uplifting color
because it looks like my lines
like the ink in my veins
and the words i write
because i may cry blood
but i've got a silver smile
and i'm made of different shades of dark
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the beautiful side of misery ¦ pink
Poetryart is nothing more than the way we have to express how beauty looks through our eyes but art, the real, purest and most captivating form of art is finding beauty where nobody else can so i slipped through the most morbid corners of my guts to portr...
