I am no flower
Gleaming under the moonlight
Reflecting on the still waters
Of the fountain of youth
Nor do I have petals
Radiating the color blue
I am just a broken soul
With little cracks here and there
Searching for a voice
And paint for my canvas
That may or may not
See the broad daylight...
I am not special
Nor a fragile soul
I am simply plain and dull
Trying to cover myself
With the vibrant colors
Of this breathing Earth
I once thought grey
And I try to collect butterflies
So delicate and oozing
With innocent beauty
To flutter in my emptiness
Echoing inside of me...
I am just me...
With the flesh and bones
That ache through the day
And breathe in
the stars of the night...
Nothing special...

@MTchan @Chrisamesther
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  • JoinedSeptember 26, 2012



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Chrisamesther Chrisamesther Aug 31, 2016 04:16AM
Until you accept who you are inside, you will never be content with what you have on the outside #Chrisamesther
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