The light is blinding
It's filling my head with bright ideas
And positive vibes
I sit here and soak of every bit
Just hoping this light will fill me inside
It's a glowing yellow
And I am a dull grey
I'm hoping it makes me beautiful
Or at least make me feel like I am bright too
But just sitting in the sunshine
Won't make you glow
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PoetryA series of poems. Some inspirational, others relatable; they all are meant to help me get what I feel out of my head and out into the world.
