You were a kaleidoscope the second I met you.
My life was monotonous,
Singing on grays and blacks,
And when you came into my life,
A whirlwind of color previously unseen came rushing into my brittle lungs,
Filling the cracks and bursting through the seams of my walls I'd built up so well,
You made me technicolor,
And I can't thank you enough.
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16 Ways To Live ❤
PoetryPoetry. Is. Expression. This is my life. This is my story. This is my heart. This is a short compilation of vignettes, poems, and free thought. A recap for myself of my past year, but a way for you to see into my life, and hopefully identify with me...
