
As much as I wanted to shine like a star
It would’ve been quite a big painting job
A bucket full of white on me
An illusion created, just for a scene
Only because there deep inside
I thought it would be better to hide
When all these people cled in color
Shine and light so bright, these ”others”
Inbetween these beautiful birds
Now there stood I, ashamed, unheard
Underneath my painted feathers
Glittered through, the shade of terror
Black as night and ebony
The god forsaken inner me
Just because I had the wish
To shine and share the others bliss
To do and talk and love like them
I thought I would be happy then
Seeking what they have for joy
I felt like trying to find Troy
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Now finally I burried hope
Instead accept what I was born
I fly beneath the silver rain
The black is freed from sorrows paint
I will not have what they do share
But finally, I do not care
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.
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