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✘ black is not a sad color to me. it's poetic and has emotion.
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black is not a sad color to me.
it's poetic and has emotion.
the bright colors are the empty ones.
have you ever seen a poet
wear a bright yellow jacket?
or a purple tshirt?
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posted July 27, 2014 at 10:58am UTC tagged with
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Format by destabilise. don't do that don't tell me i'm not trying i swam through 12 oceans and drowned in every single one of them but every time the water seeped in my lungs and the sea animals swam throughout my whole body i coughed them up and kept swimming to spend another day with you. you are my life raft and my tides and waves you are the ship that carries me to shore and makes sure i'm alive. — POEM BASED BY TUMBLR USER —EDITED BY ME http://31.media.tumblr.com/77b6b26203c0c8cd322dc1f778423cca/tumblr_n5lgnkri2D1rjume4o1_1280.jpg
BUT IF ONE DAY YOU DECIDE YOU NEED ME AGAIN, I'LL BE HERE WAITING. REMEMBER I TOLD YOU I DONT BREAK PROMISES? k.s.
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