Oh beautiful colors
So pure and bright
They move when I do
Never changing their light
I try to reach their majestic arch
Never feeling closer.
The excitement in the chase,
Refusing to give me closure.
Through glistening branches
Of freshly-rained-on green
I see the taunting faces
Of my elusive dream
Beckoning me to attain
That which I cannot win.
To strive in vain-
Spinning my resources thin.
Frustration falling on me
A heavy burden on my back
I grasp at what I long for
The ideal of what I feel I lack.
Oh beauty so lovely
How can I find thee?
A heavy sigh inwardly
"It is not for me to be."
(Written after our conversation about how I was feeling about you accepting me for who I was...the rainbow being metaphorically that image I think you want that I can never seem to achieve.)
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