Evermore
A glitter gel pen,
My captivated thoughts,
Communicates in a clear page of my notebook.
I got the bruise of blue,
And began to wonder
The paradox of living all summer
How life has become cruel and kind?
To go from growing up,
To breaking down.
The shiniest wheels are rusting now.
Like water falling in a river,
My sapphire tears,
Came rushing down my scarlet cheeks,
Got within me to shiver.
There were pages turned,
With the bridges burned,
And I had no idea
I've got a lot of lessons learned.
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