I used to think this was all just an illusion
I used to think the story was so clear
White for the purity and innocence at birth
Gray for the sadness and the depression and the forced maturity
And black for all the anger and heartbreak and aggression and stress until finally death
But as you go along you realize there's always more to the story
Red for the excitement and the energy and your strength
Yellow for the friendships and the joy of your mind and of your heart
And pink for all the love and compassion shared and given between family and friends and the bonds that are kept along the way
I used to think the story was clear that it was finished
Now I see my story is still being written
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems Feed the Soul
PoesíaPoetry I've written that I think the world needs to hear, but also makes you think about your everyday life and hopefully convinces you to better yourself
