the grasses are greener
but dark gray is the sky
it's lonely out here
on the other side
my dear, we may live
so many miles apart
but it's only a fence
to my broken heart
the world carries on
and i'm left behind
trapped in the troubles
of my turbulent mind
so i watch you grow strong
while i fade away
clutching to stories
and wishing i'd stayed
but the sun will glow golden
and the sky will return to blue
my lips will be stained red
and life will begin finally anew
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
