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by StandStill Oct 11, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
What ifs and maybes to paint the sky green. Chasing down sunsets and quiet ghosts unseen. Perhapses and questions, They riddle your mind. what if someday doesn't come in its time? Rainbows are nothing, sunshine has no taste in a world where three years maybe goes to waste. Paint my mind green with what ifs and maybes. Just questions and thoughts and unheard insecurities.
by claire
Dude i absoultly love your poem!!!! its AMAZING!!! like idk i love it theres just something about it that i love