I am a temporary person....
Everyone replaces me after a while.
But that's not the problem anymore,
The problem is that every person that comes in my life,
Paints it with a colour of their own.
And now that I have so many colors
So difficult to take off.
I forgot what colour was actually mine......
P. S. I don't think it can be considered as a poem but this is something I feel at the moment so just wrote it down.
Hope u can relate.
Luv ya all..... 😘 ♥
