Colors Fade

December 18, 2015

Golden sunlight,

Silver streaked rain.

Their colors brighten,

as my colors fade.

I sink into the background,

hardly even noticed.

Just a shadow on the wall,

that everyone looks over.

Stolen hopes,

Broken dreams, now

a bleeding heart.

Words are nonexistant

there are none to say.

My lips are silent,

As I begin to fade.

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