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If I paint my heart green
would it still beat
or would it lose its sheen?
If I paint my mind blue
would it move on
just to run from you?
If I paint my hands red
would they itch
or would they forget?
If I paint my voice black
would it shrink
or stay in silent regret?
If I paint my eyes pink
would I see new colors
or forever remain blind?
If I paint my legs orange
would I run far away
or would I stay in kind?
If I paint my life white
would I be able to shine
or would I see the truth?
If I paint my choices yellow
would I get to the end
or would I have scars to sooth?
If I paint my heart green
I would probably get
answers to questions
nobody asked
If I paint my mind blue
or my hands red
I would probably not be
here when morning comes
If I paint my voice black
or my eyes pink
I would probably be
caught burned to a crisp
If I paint my legs orange
I would probably be
tied to a place
I wished to escape
If I paint my life white
and my choices yellow
I would probably be
somewhere else
—dead or something
just as shallow
STAI LEGGENDO
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poesia❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...
