My first 4 days of the week
Days as colors and emotions alike
Sundays are red, red is the danger zone
as I recall how dangerous it felt to be around you
Mondays are green
green for growth, green for hope, green for the gloat
because life has started to treat me better
because other people started treating me better, better than you ever could.
Tuesdays are white
what a beautiful blank space, almost like a clean slate
or an empty plate, where I have control, and I take back the power
and re-write this journey, that's no longer ours
And Wednesdays
weepy creepy Wednesdays used to be black but now it's yellow
representing a bright start, reflecting my emotions by heart
as my passions jumpstart, and the reflection of my past falls apart.
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Kevaun's Rendezvous
Welcome to my Rendezvous!
Poetry can be the most joyous or the most anguished form of speech. It's one of the finest forms of beauty.
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