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[tinksxredxtears]

Weeks go on forever,
I see the years go by.
Memories twisted around
Somebodies finger.
Truths distorted,
Through somebodies,
Prefect lip-gloss smiles,
The long forgotten rainbows
Have got their final notice,
No gold left for this weeks rent,
No colours left
To brighten up your day.

By the stars in your eyes,
I can tell you know what
You want.
Over steaming coffee
You whisper sweet nothings,
But I have no time,
To chase your butterflies.
You words turn to wasps,
And sadly I don’t care.
Babydoll I’ve got no colours left,
To brighten up your day.