“Engulfed in bubblewrap
Oh, he's a fragile gift
A colorless soul, some would say
For anyone could colour him
Most would paint over the lines
Some would never even reach the delicate corners
I know of one fine artist that could paint him
Her fine fingers formed with delicacy
For only she could grace him with panache
Regrettably, their paths would never cross
As she is engulfed in bubblewrap too,
And lives in a separate box” — Demi.M Potts
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
“Engulfed in bubblewrap
Oh, he's a fragile gift
A colorless soul, some would say
For anyone could colour him
Most would paint over the lines
Some would never even reach the delicate corners
I know of one fine artist that could paint him
Her fine fingers formed with delicacy
For only she could grace him with panache
Regrettably, their paths would never cross
As she is engulfed in bubblewrap too,
And lives in a separate box” — Demi.M Potts
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