You've started with this coloring book
To color the dreams you wanted to took
And day by day you learned different colors and shades
Which lead you to created more image
Image of your face and not the dream you wanted to be
To catch attention and be the queen bee
That's the reality of wanting beauty
Just to satisfy the eyes of many
You're not coloring this book anymore
Cause you've started coloring that face of yours
The colors of your dream has been stopped
And now you're running out of colors to put up
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
PoetryA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
