I see that you're depleated,
Years of colors bleeding has left you in a gray wash.
I splash beautiful spectrums here and there, they adorn you vibrantly for a moment before fading away.
I see the same spark in your eyes, come and go.
A fire that burns wild before self snuffing.
You ache to rekindle the flame,
if only for a moment,
Spreading wildfires.
Burning everthing in your path until theres nothing left but ashes.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
I see that you're depleated,
Years of colors bleeding has left you in a gray wash.
I splash beautiful spectrums here and there, they adorn you vibrantly for a moment before fading away.
I see the same spark in your eyes, come and go.
A fire that burns wild before self snuffing.
You ache to rekindle the flame,
if only for a moment,
Spreading wildfires.
Burning everthing in your path until theres nothing left but ashes.
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