What I thought was colorful
Was nothing but different shades of gray
Not one ray seems too attractive
Not one intend to liven up
Perhaps I just had too much
Of childhood fantasies
Colorful rainbow and happy dreams
Fallacy painted with lies in between
So when I chased my rainbow
I was met with the truth forlorn
That the colors were nothing
But mere reflections of what could have been
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Roy
August 10, 2010
12:09 am
Angeles City
Philippines
*reply to "Challenge me to poetry" submission by Rose Almonte with her word "Rainbow"
2 comments:
I'm sure there will be other rainbows that can make your heart jump to your throat, Roy. You don't fancy storm clouds? Ahehehe
I'm sure, Jan... the question is, will I ever notice when there's something in my eyes?
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