Dedicated to ConsPotatoes
Blue
Red
White.
Paint my heart or my country?
What if I stand on my own,
Without anyone perfect behind me?
YOU ARE READING
Soul
Poetry"Write something and it might be worthless, Paint something and it might be wordless, Nonsense verses Pointless curses, You'll see purpose start to surface, No one else is dealing with your demon, Meaning defeating them Might be the beginning...
Short and sweet
Dedicated to ConsPotatoes
Blue
Red
White.
Paint my heart or my country?
What if I stand on my own,
Without anyone perfect behind me?
