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Ms.understood

Misunderstood please understand.

You hear, you think what you thought you would,

You remember what you thought before.

You close that door and think some more.

Remember the color of the emerald words I gave?

Do you remember the crisp noise of connections that they made?

Now do you?

Misunderstood.

 

You hear me through the speakers of your mind,

Little twists and bends and changes, you crinkle all my story pages.

You still remember what you felt before.

You close the door and feel some more.

Do you remember the scarlet words I gave you?

They gushed out of my torn heart like glistening blood?

NOW DO YOU?

Misunderstood.

All the noise running together in your head,

You try to open your moth to let some escape.

And when they pour out I sit down and take in the color.

Dear I fear that you could never really hear.

Emeralds ran into all the simple blue that’s you to blend into the scarlet.

Connections dissolved, you don’t, you

Misunderstood.

 

The words I gave are gone.

Your mind mixed hear and changed it there and turned it into brown.

I gave you all the beautiful colors of the rainbow,

But you would not take them for what they where.

You changed them, and held them together until it was all different

Until they where made all made the same.

Misunderstood.

 

This becomes the color of the truths you push away, and the words you mix around.

You find yourself spiting out this endless dingy brown .

I close the door, your spilling out onto the floor.

Keep what you have made I don’t want it, its yours.

Misunderstood.

 

Your not misunderstood, miss I’m to tired to stand.

Don’t blame the hand made reluctant to help ,

Your to covered with dirt for my brushing to help.

I know you , I love you , but I cannot make my miss understand.

I know my miss understood so I know that she can.

 

But she wont. I wonder why.

I have no patience to dote on you precious little feelings,

I’m so tired of the brown. Stop mixing colors, oh miss.

Until you make some changes I will have to leave you

Sitting and spiting on the dingy brown ground.

I love you miss I hope you understand.

Mis I know that you did so Mis I know that you can.

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