Not Used, Flawless
Deem my greatness upon your face
Where the scars of years past don’t reveal my race
When a time I felt lost, used, gone
Was replace by found, flawless, new?
Music that flows through my veins
And then together in all of the games
At the time I felt invisible, used, unneeded
Was replaced by light, flawless, want..
Hands that mold the pictures of the mind
Take on the darkness that is not so kind
Still a time I felt blank, used, misunderstood.
Was replaced by color, flawless, realized
A body that drowns in sorrow
And wants to bid a good ‘morrow
No more do I feel nasty, used, alone
Was replaced by good, flawless, togetherness
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