Days

by Kaitlin   Sep 19, 2007


With white days comes happiness and friends,
life's simple pleasures play without end.

With black days come tears and unbearable pain,
dark clouds fill my mind, and tears fall like rain.

But the blue days are always the worst,
they bring division, and as if i am cursed,
they carry with them inspiration and words.

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