Sometimes I'm a calm ocean blue,
tierd and worn,
bored and groggy,
with the rythem of the ocean going
going only in and out again
and again and again.
But most times I'm a bright neon green,
spunky and jumpy,
hyper and excited for tomarrow to come.
My friends enjoy the neon green,
My parents enjoy the more calm side of me.
But no matter what, I'm as free as a bird,
and I can't wait for my flying colors to show!
Today is Monday.
Today I spilt chacolate milk all over my new shirt,
in front of the boy I have a crush on.
And when I was cleaning up in the bathroom,
My cell phone went 'KEPLUNK'
in the toilet water.
Today I failed the math test.
Today I forgot my homework.
I said my dog ate it,
Mrs. Teacher sent me to Mr. Principal.
Today I got a D-Hall.
Today I got grounded.
I hate Mondays.
Life is hard.
Dying is the easy part.
Life has its ups and downs.
Life is like a roller coaster.
Each person has a different life.
Each person has a different roller coaster.
Life has its spins.
Life has its twirls.
Life is sometimes boring.
Life sometimes has a rush.
Life has its moments.
Moments of embarrassment.
Moments of fun.
Moments of sorrow, of love, and hate.
Life is like the beat of your heart.
Life can feel slow.
Life can feel fast.
Life can only feel what you want to feel.
Life is like the beat of your heart.
Without roller coasters,
Without moments,
Without a heart beat,
There is no life.
Life is hard.
Dying is the easy part.
Let there be love
Let there be hate
Let there be sarrow
Let there be fate
Fate brought us together
Death do us part
We love one another with all of our heart.
Who ever fits this poem will fill my heart with glee.
Who ever fits this poem will be the one for me.
I will love him,
And he will love me.
We will love each other for all eternity.
Love is the color of red.
Love is mean,
Love is cruel,
Love is hot chocolate on a cold winter day,
Love is when you feel butterflies in your stomach,
Love is the color of red.
Relaxed is the color of lavender.
Relaxed is the smooth sound of waves crashing into each other.
Relaxed is the taste of a freshly picked grape off the vine.
Relaxed is the sight of beutiful sunshine pooring over the window in the morning.
Relaxed is the smell of spring flowers blooming in the spring.
Relaxed is the nice feeling when you lay your head down on a pillow at night.
Relaxed is the color of lavender.
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