Brown bleeds to blue and back again
while man sits upon his legacy
as if it were the throne of a king.

New days come to those
who least expect the throws
of a moral quandary.

New days dream of those
who dream to dispose
of their old ways.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is as cliché
As it's possible too.

Wherever you were
Born and bred
Your clichéness will be
Ripped to shreds

Long story short
It's been said before
It's not a *one in a million chance
That when it rains, it pours

Or practice makes perfect
It's said all the time
I'm sick and tired of these clichés
They're really difficult to rhyme

Only time will tell
So be careful of what you're reading
'Cause everything happens for a reason
And looks can be deceiving

So if I think outside the box
And all dreams can come true
Then the use of a cliché
Would be enough to **** you

But if you're lucky enough
To have *played your cards right
This could be the first day
Of the rest of your life

Life is so confusing
I don't know what to do
I am vexed it's so complex
My very soul is blue

I have so little time now
Don't know which way to steer
But it's agreed that there's a need
To read my poets dear!

But I have a backlog
I have just begun
I have a need so I can read
Each and every one!

I will read each person
I will make a start
I won't be dim and I won't scim
I will give my ♡

I know that I've reposted
Quite a bit in past
I can no longer do this
But this state will not last!

When I'm caught up on my reading
I will begin again
To do more than just ♡ you
For you are my friends!

Yes, I will do more than ♡ you
That gets very old
You don't just get Survivor's ♡

You also get my SOUL!


SoulSurvivor
7/27/2016