It is the color of the clouds
Floating so effortlessly in the sky
The color of the walls
You built up in your brain
The cold winter snow
Shines ever so threatening
The lightning in the sky
During a storm
It's the sheets on your bed
And the emptiness in mine
It's the color of tissues
When you cry
White fairy lights
The only light you ever need
The table cloth
Full of lace and beauty
The fur that always gets stuck on your clothes
The hair we'll get when we're old
The tag on the new stuff you buy
The blank space of a picture frame
It stands for innocence
But could it be more
No cleanliness hidden here
Perfection isn't a word we know
White isn't my safety
It's the harshness of reality
Blinding me ever so often
The opposite of success
It's the straight jacket
And the hospital room
Making me feel trapped
Nothing is pure
It just reminds me of your darkness
And that what we live is a lie
Nothing stays white for long
Just an image of our failure
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White is just too bright for me.
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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with love
Poetrywe all have too many heartbeats and not enough time we don't fall in love with people we fall in love with their darkness a mirror to our own to remind us that we aren't alone the poets the artists the musicians the writers the dreamers the optimis...
