My mind works best in grey
When clouds cover every inch of the sky
That is my kind of a day
Watch the wind as it blows thoughts through my mind
A grey sky, a cold wind, this is living for me
This is living in grey
About the Creator
Talonted
I am a Business Leadership Associate's graduate with a passion for creating. I do mostly poetry of which I hope to speak to other people's souls, share my emotions, maybe connect, and maybe even help a few people in the process
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm7 days ago in Fiction
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