6. Paint it Pink
Am I getting too cynical?
Am I painting everything black?
I’m even dressing in black these days.
I’m somewhere over the rainbow,
In a desert full of olives.
I’m externally happy,
And mostly internally happy.
I just get so….so,
And my words depress
And compress my mind.
All the happy happy people
Are afraid to think,
And perhaps the world needs
A splash of pink.
Poetry is Painless
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