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lady shapeshifter, master of disguise
always painted over, her own eyes
can't see what she'll be next,
assimilate is what she does best
always happy to change her paint
so she not stuck with the natural blue hue of her own face
what color is she today?
you were down so she faded to gray
tomorrow could be even better yet,
color her a vibrant violet
you can't help but love her, colorful chameleon of a girl
she always puts some color in your world
mama and papa's little girl
she shrunk to fit into their world
a position like that is hard to hold,
this kinda girl breaks the mold
love her or leave her, she'll evolve anyways
she'll become her own sunshine for her rainy days
what color is she today?
you were down so she faded to gray
tomorrow could be even better yet,
color her a vibrant violet
you can't help but love her, colorful chameleon of a girl
she always puts some color in your world
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
