Outside there are Blue skies White clouds Rainbows around the sun Yellow flowers, and pink Against a field of green But in my world There are only Blacks and whites And dull greys You took the color with you When you left.
Reason for writing:
Break-up of a relationship. (P.S. I would prefer comments to be e-mailed to me directly as I don't often have time to browse the CyberPage.)
Birth sign: Not entered
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