Years are colors,
But all are blank,
Because the sun doesn't shine,
And docked ships have sank,
But colors are bright,
Just like the sea,
So look into the ocean,
There they will be,
Old sunken ships,
And old sunken thoughts,
Surrounded by people,
Who wish it was us.
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A Dumb Transboy's Book of Poems
Poetry*throws phone out a window* HEY HI THIS IS IN THE 2017 WATTY AWARDS NOW IF YOU WANNA BORKING VOTE FOR ME <3 Highest Rating: #337 in Poetry 6/24/17
