Cracked rose tinted glasses.
I believe now, you can stop shoving it in my face.
I see now, you can stop proving it to me over and over.
I hear now, no need to scream.
I feel it now, it's bringing me down to my knees.
I taste it now, who knew Spite, Hate, and Evil, all had a different aftertaste.
Cracked rose tinted glasses,
Maybe I can fix you with my special Positive glue.
I hope I have enough,
I'll scrape the bottom of the jar if I have to.
Maybe there's hope for you.
And hope for us all, too.
~I.L.U*
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PuisiPoems that I have written when inspriation hit, not really a poet but it helps when I need to relax or purge :)
