words are like the colors of paint run dry
like summer and starlight carved in my dreams
whispers of wonder in ruby red skies
alike the sounds of my broken heart theme
my color full thoughts came out black and white
on parchment paper dipped in lostsoul ink.
found in the shape of the autumn bird's flight
lost in the middle of my cold heart blink
empty lettered moments in bright eyed stares
broken by the lyrics in a love song
i've got nothing left, but why should I care
with no more words left since it's been this long
not even giving this just one more try
when words are the colors of paint run dry














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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
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~I am a poet~
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
it is amazing to work with you.
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it snows only once in our dreams.
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