Ms Color Blind
Dear Friend,
If I could spill my thoughts into your hands for you to carry my loads
You would find them heavy
If I could switch heartbeats with you and have yours play the song that was mine
They wouldn’t listen
If your sights and visions where replaced by mine, that kaleidoscope of color and imagination
Would turn black and white
Don’t try to look for the answers to my problems
You won’t find them
Don’t pity me or conform me, let my comfort be
No one has that much time
Time to share with me. Time is the only thing always counted, so precious
So friend don’t carry my load, don’t play my song, don’t look at things black and white just Listen.
Copyright © Jada Myricks | Year Posted 2014
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