DreamsA Poem by Riv
When I came into the world,
my canvas was blank. As all canvas' start, ready to be painted. There were a lot of colors to choose from, a lot of colors I liked. At first the colors were bright, whenever I made a new friend. Colors of Yellow, and Blue, my favorites. They were some others favorites too, and it was nice. As I grew older however, the colors became more dark. Reds and blacks, but I still found them beautiful. My canvas started to get crowded, eventually..... My canvas was ripped, by others who didn't like it. Tears and bloody tears, covering the once beautiful pages. Life isn't as it seems, that's why we know. It's such a mess.
© 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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