There are those that shine;
To a particular person,
A beacon of light in a sea of darkened faces.
Those shining ones:
Beautiful,
Vivacious,
perfect?
An idealistic attraction
But, spare a thought,
For those who do not shine:
But instead,
Merely glimmer,
flicker,
perhaps even twinkle
Why is it, they are brushed aside?
Forgotten,
Because they aren't as beautiful, vivacious,
They're not perfect.
In attempt to reach the one that shines -
We push past endless possibilities,
Countless glimmers,
Ceaseless flickers,
Abundant twinkles.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
There are those that shine;
To a particular person,
A beacon of light in a sea of darkened faces.
Those shining ones:
Beautiful,
Vivacious,
perfect?
An idealistic attraction
But, spare a thought,
For those who do not shine:
But instead,
Merely glimmer,
flicker,
perhaps even twinkle
Why is it, they are brushed aside?
Forgotten,
Because they aren't as beautiful, vivacious,
They're not perfect.
In attempt to reach the one that shines -
We push past endless possibilities,
Countless glimmers,
Ceaseless flickers,
Abundant twinkles.
erm yeah, being second best ***** and I wanted to try and explain that
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