Colors

April 1, 2016

There isn't a thing you can't make better,

A thing you can't make new.

But every time I'm in your presence,

My mood goes from a bright yellow to a dark blue.

You make me as happy as I could ever be,

And at the same the saddest that you'll ever see.

You're a sweet disaster,

That has me wanting more.

But I've learned my lesson,

And I'm headed for the door.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>