I woke up,
and the world was black and white.
The trees instead of a lively green,
are left a lonely gray.
The sky, once blue, is now
a broken black.
There, cold,
Heartless,
way made the color fade.
I woke up, and all i saw
were broken blacks,
and lonely grays.
View User's Journal
My crappy poems
Tis hope that keeps us alive. Tis faith that sees us through. Tis love that is our reality(: