Can I be sad again?
Chose me a colour to be.
Can I be the colour blue?
Chose me a smile to smile.
Can i be the fake one again?
Chose me a silent night.
Can I live the darkest one?
I am sad again,
I crash again,
I'm just a pile of broken parts,
I'm a bumper car.
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I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
