Rose TintTears on my glasses Blinding my vision It doesn’t help the rose tintRose Tint
See the world better Yet bad times still happen Where brightness is only a glint
Through rose-colored glasses I watch the clock ticking I see a perfect time
Yet thoughts of the hours That have now gone missing Seem to run through my mind
An ironic enigma Of my darker thoughts Mixed with my sight so clear
It still makes me cry That what I see is a lie Blinding the rose with tears
| My name is Jessan, merely a pseudonym for Majorba. Or is it the other way around? I forget; anonymity is a cherished resource. Sixteen, female, United States, blah, blah, blah... So many introductory statements. All I truly hope you get from this is that I am Majorba; I create; I observe. |
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'Imagine if Imogen had a brain. The world would be upside-down~!'
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That's just jim-crackin'-dandy!!
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That's just jim-crackin'-dandy!!
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