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The roses came red but soon faded into ashes that's grey,
Just like that special someone the beauty faded away.
The blades were sliver until the were dyed red,
But not even that could of stopped the voices inside my head.
The beat downs stained my face dark purple and blue,
Maybe that's why I can't live a normal life just as you.
The dark is fill with black so to is my heart,
It's my fault, I'm the one that made it got ripped apart.
Smiles glows like a bright yellow sunflower in the morning,
But it soon left me for dead without a warning.
The walls in my head are white as the clouds in the sky,
But it's now a darker colour now due to my crys.
Colouring this life is not the best one can do because it's hurts so bad,
I have seemed to fail myself again, it just drives me mad.
But in the end the picture I've painted is a sorry excuse called my life,
I mixed up all the colours, now I know I should of think twice.
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Soulful Whispers
PoetryA small town boy from the Caribbean sharing what's in his expressive mind and broken heart ❤Highest rank #1 in Poetry for 3 weeks❤
