I realized that leaves have veins just like the ones under my skin,
we are the same,
I realized the horizon painted all my favorite colors,
I wonder if I'm the inspiration,
the sun's rays warm my cold body,
we are the same,
I realized the moon is as lonely as my insides,
we are the same.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
I realized that leaves have veins just like the ones under my skin,
we are the same,
I realized the horizon painted all my favorite colors,
I wonder if I'm the inspiration,
the sun's rays warm my cold body,
we are the same,
I realized the moon is as lonely as my insides,
we are the same.
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