White (A Poem by Me)

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Take it how you must, this is meant to be interpreted in different ways

I saw White Flowers Laying on my Bed today
They were scattered around to form the perfect silhouette
In the center I saw a Boy
White hair and a White Suit
His eyes showed no shine and were blue and cloudy
He seemed so approachable and approachable he was
I lay there up against the boy
It was a sweet occurrence and it felt sweet
For once, I felt that sense of innocence and purity

Hours go by
The flowers have become wilted and Bluish-Red
The boys eyes once again showed no shine as they faded closer to purple
The shine in mine had been gone
His white suit was stained with Black and his hair no longer showed the sweet fluff
Why?
Why did it have to be ruined
Why did you steal the Shine away only to never use it or Give it back

And Why does this have to happen once again...?

JUST A DISCLAIMER
I have never experienced anything like this
I'm fine 🙂

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