colorA Poem by Frank M KellerThe words are written on the wall read every day the meaning always changing. Lessons from the past forgotten, reminded every time the same mistake made. Left color behind for black and white, things seem a little clear, but the true picture is as sad as beautifully broken. Spend the days waiting fighting the thoughts plaguing the mind gray areas where feeling are stripped
away by the nature of attraction. © 2010 Frank M Keller |
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Added on April 25, 2010 Last Updated on April 25, 2010 AuthorFrank M KellerA place I call the Gates of Hell!, FLAboutwhy do i have to explain my self to anyone or tell you who "ME" is. Do you take the time to notice or is it just a 5 second fantasy! more..Writing
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