A Rainbow that is beige
A heart flattered
A mind being shattered
Is it love;
Or just a beautiful dove?;
Caught the attention of my eye
Then through my mouth a quick sigh.
Thinking of the fact;
That my heart isn't ready and intact.
I'm not ready nor is my soul and body.
If I will love early
My heart will ask for a remedy
Look for something that will cure
My broken heart that was once pure.
The beautiful heart that's now shattered into pieces.
The bitter heart that was once filled with sweetness.
Young love is the most dangerous weapon;
For it will build a new person;
Can be a goddess or a monster;
A builder or a destroyer.
The reason of change.
The reason for the rainbow to be beige.
