He can't see colors
But he can see art.
Every word he utters,
Can't be compared to any form of art.
He can't see colors
But he does see love.
The way he makes your heart flutter,
Will make you fall and fall in love.
He can't see colors
But he saw my worth.
He joined me as I wander,
And clapped for me as I conquer.
He can't see colors
But he can see right through people.
And all I wish right now is for people to see
How colorful he is a person.
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Diagnosed
PoetryThird and last installment of the Pills trilogy. She keeps on looking for her Adonis, but she found her Hephaestus.
