There deep inside the void.
Where darkness co existed with the small patches of yellow clouds inside the blue skies.
There inside the scar cut so deep.
There was color and beauty.
With pain so sharp you had to laugh out loud because of it.
There at the distance of the Orange sunset!
There deep inside the void.
There was love and hope!
And so I smiled, for smiling caused so much heart ache!
Yet there was something about pain that made the skies turn bright pink.
Like a wonderland full of blissful flowers.
Pictures in the distance.
Pictures in the fall out.
Why panic if pain emerges if the light that hit the hardest-
If the happiest warmth in the distance-
Was the heart ache of such beauty found there inside the void?
That's the moment where the pain that felt the worst became another word for love and beauty.
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A Peom
PoetryThey're poems of sorts. All of which troubled me inside my mind. All the words, the words I've worked to find there place. Each and every one of them tells something, even the usual "the". I am here to feed your tounge. You're welcome
