Colors

Recently I found out something about a girl, and it quite surprised me. She's always happy, and she's like a bundle of joy beaming positive energy. Well, obviously that's a mask.

Give her space, let her breathe,

excess of imagination kills.

Walk back, be still, shine; 

sent her the rays of color. 

Her air is impure black, 

inhaling dust and fog. 

Existing, oh not living, 

for secret platinum shine. 

See, focus, accept, take, 

lush, plum, coral, rust. 

Combinate them, open up, 

darling, white will lead you right. 

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Reviews

[Wolfwind]

This poem brings to light an interesting type of event. Where a person covers a truth with positive energy. I would be wondering if infact this is how that person keeps from dragging others down with what ever negative energy they may be hiding behind that mask. While it may not be psychologically the most healthy option... it may just be the best for those around them.

Great ink! Makes one think!
Aaron