By surprise, I stayed until the peak of the sunrise.
Time shifting, color saturation
through my life blocking blinds.
Sometimes it seems I'm being sized on a scale
superficially ran by non seeing eyes.
Your ignorance gives me butterflies,
not the kind that love finds
but the kind that makes your stomach tie.
When you see a flower die,
does it ever make you think
you've been wasting time?
You might be the flower
within my rhyme.
We could take tomorrow
and rewind to today
and be fine.
Look in the mirror..
I see your face, you see mine.
The reflections incline
but more people turn blind,
so we retract back to the boy
that only knew fear
so he never would shine.
I found out the world was mine
right as I was staring at this sun light. Illuminating my world
as it beams on my mind.
It should have been a rainbow,
the spectrum of its glow.
But unlike the wilting leaves of this flower, our true colors
can always grow.