Colours

There’s just a burn,

Some burnt stuff

And a couple of tears.

 

There’s a pie, baking.

Some hope brimming.

Some fool cooking.

Some jerk eating.

Gratitude is dead.

Words unsaid.

It’s only just a plate.

With a pie. A burn.

Some burnt stuff.

And a couple of tears.

 

Then comes the day

Fresh, and new.

Starts with hope.

Ends with self hate.

Something in between

Best left unsaid.

Tis a long sad day.

Uneventful burns,

Some burnt stuff

And a couple of tears.

 

You quell my spirit

Extinguish belief

Challenge my optimism,

Make me feel meek.

Am I that hateful?

You’ve got to be kidding.

What’s my worth? Burns?

Or burnt stuff?

Or even some tears?

 

Can such people be?

See the good in everyone.

Rise low spirits. Shine.

Every colour forms white.

Do not see the lacking sight.

Appreciate girl. Learn to.

For better days may come.

Days devoid of burns

Some burnt stuff

And a couple of tears.

 

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