This Has No Point Poem by Bianca 199

You are blue and cloudy
Your tears dropp like rain
Now there is no growth
All that's left is bare
Nothing here is smiling
Everyone is blatant
Louder than the thunder
Bolder than mascara
Producing carnal love
Rude and bearing insult
That world is so yellow
Resembling the sun
It appears much greener
Glistens like a habit
Laughs of pure youth
Bells ring loud and clearly
Golden like marriage
Smells of sweet perfume
Float like clouds of fluff