Category : Poems

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We all know the color of dollars,
  But what color does true love wear?
  When everything could have been beautiful,
  I was left behind by your dreams.

I could have lied to you,
  To seem alright. 
 I don't sleep at night, 
 Counting the dreams of my heart.

We all know the value of money, 
 But no one can tell me, 
 Where I can find true love outside of me.