ROSE COLORED GLASSES

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There you stood, as always,

You radiated your charisma, unknowingly,

Little did you know, it has taken its toll all over me,

My eyes searches for you in the crowd, like a reflex,

That's when my mind's radar from sanity deflects,

But with each passing days, weeks and months,

I seem to forget the person you were once.

I tried to remind myself that there's still some authenticity left in this strange place,

I saw it in you once and so I never wished to end my chase,

And so I kept running after you, hopelessly,

But one day i took a break because I was tired, awfully,

That's when I realised that at some point of my long run,

I parted ways with my rose colored glasses,

But this time I was done with giving you second chances,

And in that moment it dawned upon me,
From now on I will be solely enjoying all my dances.

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  "When you look at someone with rose-colored glasses, all the red flags look just like... flags."
- Wanda, Bojack Horseman.

Thank you so so much for reading my poem. If you like this please check out my previous poem 'The Feeling' which I have published on my page. Don't forget to vote and comment down your opinions. Thanks again.🌹

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