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My life is like a dandelion Spending my days under the sun Then he came holding a little crayon With his jet black sketches undone My heart's been doomed since then In moonlight, it hued to a dark silver-grey He was the brightest among other men "Please pick me." I repeatedly pray He did and instantly, I was blissful as gold Days are short but bursting into intense joy But then his eyes turned blue; so dark, ice cold Was he a trap or was he a perfect decoy? My glows are gone but still, the stars shine I lost my beams and my wandering mind I will still grow and be completely fine Believing that I was a rainbow, and he was color-blind
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC
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My life is like a dandelion Spending my days under the sun Then he came holding a little crayon With his jet black sketches undone My heart's been doomed since then In moonlight, it hued to a dark silver-grey He was the brightest among other men "Please pick me." I repeatedly pray He did and instantly, I was blissful as gold Days are short but bursting into intense joy But then his eyes turned blue; so dark, ice cold Was he a trap or was he a perfect decoy? My glows are gone but still, the stars shine I lost my beams and my wandering mind I will still grow and be completely fine Believing that I was a rainbow, and he was color-blind
Because for once in our lives, we've been to a point where we couldn't see our worth. And when you start seeing your worth, you'll find it harder to stay around people who don't.
#colors#bright#wanted#worth
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MNL, PH
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC
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