True Colors
Black. White.
What does it matter?
Color doesn't matter.
I can love whomever I want.
It shouldn't matter where you go.
I just want you.
I want your love.
I want to be yours.
I love you for you.
Not because your color
but because I see the true you.
I see your true colors.
But you don't want me.
You don't want to call me yours.
You would just want to lead me on
and for what?
As a game?
For fun?
Or just because?
So yeah.
Color doesn't matter.
But personality does.
Your true colors is all I saw.
And they were if fact
a total lie.
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