White World Turned Red
Its a big white world
in which we must add color ourselves
however the only color I have is crimson
the color of humanity
for I am as human as they get
The world will never be colorful
we paint it red until our very walls rust out into a bright orange
in which will soon deteriorate
but as we grow
we will accept this world and will learn to love the very color we are condemed to
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Just your average teenager, i love music and writing poems. I enjoy a more dark and morbid genre for music, books, poems, and art. I'm no where near professional but i enjoy telling my ideas and thoughts .
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