Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

64: color me pretty.

How can you tell,
when it ends well?
How is it swell,
when it is pure hell?

Trouble in paradise,
lost in gradoise.
A palette of lies,
color me turquoise.

Can it ever end well,
when time can finally tell?
Can it ever sell,
the lie that everyone fell?

In the grand scheme,
those catastrophic deems.
Chasing a dream,
only to end up lost in the green.

Does it ever end,
a vision already dead?
Will it ever mend,
the lie sold in gems?