Sometimes grey, sometimes green
Sometimes bluer than they seem
Deep behind those blue eyes
There are many more tears left to be cried
How great the world looked through a rose colored lens
But this misery has no filter, just darkness from within
They once sparkled, glimmered, and gleamed
Now they are bursting at the seams
They feel no shame in searching for healing
From the pain of this unending feeling
Holding onto hope that again they will see
How truly beautiful living can be
Because after every storm that passes by
There’s always a rainbow that fills the sky
About the Creator
Allison Ann Johnson
I am a 26 year old college graduate working a minimum wage paying job because I am "still trying to find myself". I used to write for fun when I was little and I have no idea why I stopped. Vocal has given me my voice back!
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