Blank covers dabbed in shades of black and blue, The canvas smothered in dark grim hue. Subtly the innocent white drains out by the few, Dominant colors of evilness spew. Raphael didn't do his best to keep the canvas true, Colors of collision he always eschewed, Picasso undividedly broke the pieces, Dividing the page of bruised colors imbued. *The purpose of using the artists names are simply for metaphorical use to underpin the issue of a broken friendship.
The chimneys begin to smoke in my head, Children rushing out to play. Snowmans, Snowflakes, Snowball fights. Covering every inch of the day. The bells begin to ring in my head, Gatherings around the fireplace. Mince pies, almond pies, pumpkin pies, Presents wrapped in bobbin lace. Carols begin singing in my head, Celebrating Jesus's grace. Silent night, Silver bells, Jingle bells, A picture of Santa's smiling face.
The three main walks of life, To be happy, live and survive. They say "chase your dreams" and then "No, don't be dreaming." Trying to inject my life with their meanings. It's impossible to truly live without confrontation, disputes and argumentation, people try to help, destroy and add confusion. There are choices to be made and it's hard to find our own, In this big big world you're insignificant, leaves us feeling so alone, when others give you a break life'll still throw us sticks and stones. We all have to learn to defend ourselves and be strong but it's easier said than done, sometimes we'll find to be in the wrong side of the pavement. And patience will lead us to a place of greatness but we have to wait, as the roads aren't always in lines of straightness. Don't fall for every bait, don't start hating fate, Our lives are for us to dictate. Through damnation, frustration, causation, remember that we can...
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