That ugly dark green
I’m not sure why your body
Still full of gold
Was placed on a table cloaked in that dark, haunting green.
I used to see green as a symbol of joy, simplicity, and profit.
Now all I see in green is misery, complication, and loss.
It’s funny how one tragedy can give something so meaningless, meaning again.
Ironic really
Tragedy’s are supposed to take things away
Tragedy’s are supposed to create a never-ending void.
Tragedy is bad at its job, can you blame it
It has the worst one.
Sometimes I see green in the light now
Driving, As the sun beams on the leaves
Making the chlorophyll appear ever so bright in my eyes.
But obviously this is temporary
Temporary brightness
Quickly clouded by tragedy
Oh , how I wish
That my tragedy was temporary too.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
That ugly dark green
I’m not sure why your body
Still full of gold
Was placed on a table cloaked in that dark, haunting green.
I used to see green as a symbol of joy, simplicity, and profit.
Now all I see in green is misery, complication, and loss.
It’s funny how one tragedy can give something so meaningless, meaning again.
Ironic really
Tragedy’s are supposed to take things away
Tragedy’s are supposed to create a never-ending void.
Tragedy is bad at its job, can you blame it
It has the worst one.
Sometimes I see green in the light now
Driving, As the sun beams on the leaves
Making the chlorophyll appear ever so bright in my eyes.
But obviously this is temporary
Temporary brightness
Quickly clouded by tragedy
Oh , how I wish
That my tragedy was temporary too.
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