People are like flowers,
Each with their own colors,
Each shining in their own quiet way.
I see them differently,
I see them through my own lens,
In a way I cannot fully speak.
But you…
You shine the brightest in my eyes.
You are the most colorful one.
You don’t see what I see
When I look at you.
If you had my eyes
For just one day,
You would see yourself
In my world,
Through my gaze.
And my world
Is a special place.
A deep place,
Where your colors
Never fade.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC
People are like flowers,
Each with their own colors,
Each shining in their own quiet way.
I see them differently,
I see them through my own lens,
In a way I cannot fully speak.
But you…
You shine the brightest in my eyes.
You are the most colorful one.
You don’t see what I see
When I look at you.
If you had my eyes
For just one day,
You would see yourself
In my world,
Through my gaze.
And my world
Is a special place.
A deep place,
Where your colors
Never fade.
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