Color me


I can't be the only one you trying achieve
Admit you searching through flowers and finding weeds
Your trying to uncover your destiny though me ?
I recite your words in my head like I'm reciting my own religion
I'll admit it your a perfect beat to a damaged drum
You appear fixed but your soul is a damaged lung
But you still want me to be your cure ?
You want me to look at you as perfect ? But I see your imperfections your trying see if I'm a undressed blessing you even love my mom because she's a older me but I can't stand your dad because he's a rusting image of everything I wouldn't want you to be
Admit it you told me I was your poetry but you colored me fiction

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