Looking through the eyes
Of rose colored glasses
Where everything is warm and bright
Where even the dark
Has a little shine
Mistakes I’ve made
To let you assume
To create the illusions
That you think you know
I now see
That I played you
As much as you played me
I’m sorry but also not
It was a lesson
That I’ve never forgot
I have sides that are hard to see
Deep down beneath these walls
I love the silence
To be on my own
No sound
No noise
No talking of any kind
So exhausted by all of the chat
The talking, leaving, and never coming back
I learned to love
What I may never have
To let it go and see what happens
Hoping for the best
Being grateful for every test
You have come this far
Darling I know that you can survive the rest
I believe the soul
That glows from your chest
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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