I’ve got my glitter --
It pours down on me,
Shiny, black, and splendidly dark.
Your glitter is gorgeous --
It trickles down smoothly,
Light, pink, and splendidly sparkly.
You've got the occasional
Black poured down upon you,
But it's quickly washed away.
Gone, overthrown by your
Iconic pastel glitter.
Mine is black.
It stays black.
When I get the occasional
Light colored glitter,
It simply seems to fall through
My black glitter coated fingers,
Gone.
The light glitter’s gone, and
All I've got is black.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
I’ve got my glitter --
It pours down on me,
Shiny, black, and splendidly dark.
Your glitter is gorgeous --
It trickles down smoothly,
Light, pink, and splendidly sparkly.
You've got the occasional
Black poured down upon you,
But it's quickly washed away.
Gone, overthrown by your
Iconic pastel glitter.
Mine is black.
It stays black.
When I get the occasional
Light colored glitter,
It simply seems to fall through
My black glitter coated fingers,
Gone.
The light glitter’s gone, and
All I've got is black.
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