What about me?
I just sit there and picture
the ink of my future,
Seep into my canvas, of reality.
What about me?
I just sit there and watch
as the sunshine so bright,
Rains on me midnight.
What about me?
I will be fine,
Go ahead,
Have your moments.
And I'll paint your memories,
In my eyes.
One last gleam,
Before I drift into my dreams.
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