Tick tock,
Tick tock,
The beat of my heart is nothing more than evaporating time.
The rhyme of words cluttered in my brain gives me strength for tommarow
Water-paints in my soul paint the image of a broken girl
Looking at you, asking for help from the prison in my soul
Set her free, to experiance the world
The colors show a path, a path of rainbows gliding upon the never-ending sky.
Find your wings, lost in the clutter of words and take the path the colors lead you to.
Quickl take her from her broken world before the shadows devour you both.
The branches will scratch your face and leave scars of your bravery
When you have left her broken world,
Never leave her for the shadows in her mind could quickly find her again.
Hold her in your arms and let her cry untill her tears turn from black to silver.
Take her hand, soar in the sky, and never be afraid again.
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I like this poem because of the imagery it presents through the symbolism of water colors, and painting on one's soul. I also like it because of the idea of love being where you allow another to escape from themselves, or at least in my opinion.
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