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Pinks and Greys
It’s like I’m living in two separate worlds,
One under the pink sky,
One under the grey.
Under the pink sky,
It’s like a picnic,
Amongst roses and peonies,
Under the floating white clouds,
As the ocean sings songs with us.
Under the grey sky,
It’s a war,
Amongst what I want and what I don’t,
Under the clouds of scepticism,
As heartbreak lurks behind thunder.
Before the grey takes over the pink,
There needs to be a hero,
To stop darkness from spreading,
To let light prevail,
For poetries and rhymes,
And not eulogies on heartbreak.
For I would be left in the dust,
With greys of the world,
Stuck by myself,
Scared by the unknown.
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