Simple

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It pains me more than it should

They have torn you down so much


Your hair isn't blonde.

It is the color of sunshine

At the end of the day

When it has just barely begun to set

Your hair isn't like straw

It is gold

Thousands of pieces of gold

Embedded into each strand so carefully


Your lips aren't red

They are the color of cherry blossoms

Right when they bloom

And the lightest pink covers their petals

Your lips aren't cold

They are perfect for my lips

Soft and gentle

Against my skin, they spread warmth


Your eyes aren't brown

They are copper pennies 

Wrapped up in honey and

Dusted in the showers of stars

Your eyes aren't muddy

They help me see clearer then ever before

Guiding me with the light they hold

Your eyes are something else


You are not what they say

You are not as simple as they want you to be



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