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Your True Colors
My feelings were hidden from view.
I never wanted to hide what
I was feeling away from you.
Deep down in my gut
And intuition was the truth
That everything was going to cut
Me deep. It did nothing to soothe
My irrational fears of you leaving.
It turned out that I saw your true
Being and colors shining
On through. I prayed for some
Miracle. I thought it would bring
You and I back in rhythm like a drum.
We got out of sync and you were no
Longer a part of this dance. I feel numb.
You and I were supposed to go slow,
But I got ahead of myself and wanted
Too much. You gave me this glow,
But it has all dimmed. The wall
That I built is going back up.
I am left wandering
This world while I suffered the blowup.
You did not have to suffer as much as I did.
You just went on like this was no breakup.
You went off the map and grid.
You vanished and disappeared altogether.
We could do nothing to stop this skid.
I never wanted to hide what
I was feeling away from you.
Deep down in my gut
And intuition was the truth
That everything was going to cut
Me deep. It did nothing to soothe
My irrational fears of you leaving.
It turned out that I saw your true
Being and colors shining
On through. I prayed for some
Miracle. I thought it would bring
You and I back in rhythm like a drum.
We got out of sync and you were no
Longer a part of this dance. I feel numb.
You and I were supposed to go slow,
But I got ahead of myself and wanted
Too much. You gave me this glow,
But it has all dimmed. The wall
That I built is going back up.
I am left wandering
This world while I suffered the blowup.
You did not have to suffer as much as I did.
You just went on like this was no breakup.
You went off the map and grid.
You vanished and disappeared altogether.
We could do nothing to stop this skid.
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