I thought, boldly
That I could see your colours,
Hidden,
Under many layers
I see some azure,
Soft as the sky,
A welcoming, warm pink,
Just as real sunsets
Then some ****** red,
Where it hurts,
And a pitch black
In the shadows of your mind
I am just a fool,
Pretending to understand,
As you continue to refresh,
And brush new paints
Pick the best tones,
Let the canvas flourish,
Blooming like nature,
In all seasons
I just hope
I can see a few of them
A few colours,
That would do
Or maybe,
A bit of you
Oct 13, 2022
Oct 13, 2022 at 3:10 PM UTC
I thought, boldly
That I could see your colours,
Hidden,
Under many layers
I see some azure,
Soft as the sky,
A welcoming, warm pink,
Just as real sunsets
Then some ****** red,
Where it hurts,
And a pitch black
In the shadows of your mind
I am just a fool,
Pretending to understand,
As you continue to refresh,
And brush new paints
Pick the best tones,
Let the canvas flourish,
Blooming like nature,
In all seasons
I just hope
I can see a few of them
A few colours,
That would do
Or maybe,
A bit of you
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