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ColouredRain

Published: Mar 30, 2009

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_{Maybe you were right,
and maybe
maybe the world really is
filled with

                flamingo-pink sunsets,
                marmalade kisses,
                and fireworks the color of your eyes.

But for now,
all I can see are your

                bloodied stop signs,
                lies sipping through their fingers,

and all the darkness
you could possibly swallow.

I want you to know that
I'm not hiding from the light,
I just want you to know
I'm looking for it,
I want you to know i haven't found it yet.

                Or maybe, it just doesn't want to find me.

I'm still trapped in a nightmare
that you've invented
living by your not even existent rules,

                 bones twisting
                 veins snapping
                 you're rotten.
                 you're forgotten.
                 you're cold.

Also, I want you to realize
the box I'm living in
isn't a hiding place,
I only want to see who cares enough
too look inside.

I want you to finally see me.
I want you to find me.}

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I think I happy with this.

Sorry, I've been having a bit of a writer's block problem lately (:

And yes, I'm still being murdered with title fail syndrome.

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