i wish you could see how I see you,
i wish you could see how you were portrayed in my eyes,
and never call yourself what you aren't.
i wish you could see how gorgeous you were in my eyes.
i wish you had my eyes,
so you could start seeing the good in you.
i'm sorry you couldn't see the colours I saw,
i'm sorry if it was torture for you to be exposed to the colours.
but all I really hope for,
is for you to finally let the colours enter your life.
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.
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to whoever reading this,
please know,
that you're loved and I love you.
YOU ARE READING
butterflies flames
Randomare we real? or are we just actors living through our lives with no true purpose?
