Gallery of Pain: Love's True Colours by Melinda
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Melinda
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I've been so timid with you
While you try to make me bold But I only get by with a mask A piece of clay to mold Hidden beneath a smile Lying for both our sakes Nobody could ever know How much energy it takes You do your best to help me Yet your actions make it worse Your voice my only solace Your words a chanted curse Darkness, black under moonlight Depression, blue like an ocean These colours drip bright red With the white-hot pain of emotion I'm scared to dig much deeper But love just makes me bold Let's hope that all these scars Fade away once they're old |
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