Rose-Colored GlassesA Poem by JamesYou broke my rose-colored glasses, it's time for shades. The true Queen of Hearts, but what am I? The ace of spades? Not quite, the way I grin, call me Chessy, This is what happens when love becomes reckless. My heart will blossom in another place, come to terms, whelp. Cremate my anger, I purge my misery, The chains I've worn for too long crack and fall, Who can stop me now that I walk free, An inner superhero, be appalled.
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Added on January 6, 2014 Last Updated on January 6, 2014 AuthorJamesStearns, KYAboutHello, I am James, I'm nineteen and I write mostly as a stress reliever, I hope you enjoy my writings. more..Writing
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