Foundations built on lies
The sky is blue
You convinced me it was white
Now having eyes of my own
Like a baby being born
I am happy to be young again
Two were to become one
But you chose to blend with the rest of them
And scatter me to the sea
A burned lovers ashes
Sinking down to the fishes
But I rose to the surface
With hair of babies breath
And eyes of wonderment
I am happy to be young again
Cleansed from your darkness
Redefining what beautiful is
This is a wonderful piece of writing. Beautifully written. 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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beautiful!
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Thank you Robert!
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