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All I see is color.

Color everywhere.

"Let's run away together,

Where no one else would care,"

I said to her,

Grinning wide,

Trying to hide the pain inside.

 

"I love you,"

She said,

"But you'll just be in the way"

So I lost her,

Once again,

Forgetting all I had to say.

 

Chris.

Stop with all this rhyming bullshit,

It isn't worth a damn!

Maybe I should give it all up,

And jump right by the dam.

Ham?

Ram?

Whatever rhymes with that!

I really could care less,

What other people say.

I'll write poems 'till I'm dead,

I'll always find a way.