Sapphire skies and hollow souls
Stories stolen still untold
I can still see those stars
You spoke so fondly of.
Why are my eyes Ruby red
Not a mystical pastel purple
And my tears so transparent
Not the mystery black I hope for.
It's alright in the bright sunshine
Yellow, orange and pink
Can't open my blinds
Still not used to change you see.
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A/n:
This poem is about plagiarism....
Someone I really trusted stole my poem and I was
sad(eyes Ruby red: I cried)
instead of being
angry(pastel purple: I should have been angry?).
I've kinda gotten over it
(It's alright in the bright sunshine)
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
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