Rainbow

Rainbow

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"I see the scars, Down her arms, From across the room, And wonder what things Destroyed her. I find myself lost in the matter that I watched it happen, But couldn't do anything To fix it Her black and white world- No color there. No mother's watchful eyes, Or father's love, Just a mirror staring back at her, Whispering back to her how much she should hate the reflection Still, she sees no color Even in herself, And still she chooses to hide. Never would she tell her struggles, Never would share her griefs, I tell myself I could help her, Only if she'd ask, But inside I know I couldn't, No matter the stature Or my support. I would try to paint her somber world With hues of life and hope, But she'd wash them out With her black tinted tears, And no layers Would fix their stains. When I see how A storm cloud Floats over her, I wonder if before all of this happened, Maybe she loved rainbows Too." Cover by: @quitorikay Poem by: @MoreThanMeetsTheSky Book idea: @ninjago_dashie657
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Her voice meandered through his ears as she sang. It was like a prayer, like the choir of hundreds of angels singing to a god he only knew when he was with her. His head rested in her lap, her soothing hands tracing tiny rivulets in the white locks of his hair, lulling him to sleep. Cherry blossoms fell around them, recalling the first day he saw her back in school, and when she smiled at him, he could swear he was floating. *** She smiles at the memory, amber eyes flooding with the ghost of her printed evocation of a white haired man kissing her cheek. A photo. A picture. A fucking portrait she wishes it won't fade under the cruel weight of time. That's all he left her.

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