Yellow Paint, Like Van GoghA Poem by AmeliaGerhardt
What that makes us happy
does not first tear us apart? Who is so naive to believe in a world where anything is free? Yellow paint does not carry the same nutritional value as that you eat to survive Though it is bright, it will not grant you the gaiety you long for, it will not grant you the wholeness you beg for, without first sending your body into shock. No, happiness is not free for it begs of years of understanding years of fooling ourselves into happiness before it will grant us peace.
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Added on September 30, 2018 Last Updated on September 30, 2018 AuthorAmeliaGerhardtMOAboutAmateur poet, started writing to help control the chaos living inside of me that some people call anxiety. 🙃 Besides writing, I am a full-time college student majoring in Forensic Science on t.. more..Writing
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