Rose colored glasses
Love, where are my glasses?
This view is too much,
the ones with the rose colored lens.
What's a mind to do tangled in all these loose ends?
My dear, my family, and friends.
Life is beautiful,
beyond what meets the eye.
Look around we're all struggling living on the same messed up street.
To the right, no, no, the left, you see.
There they are!
The only way to appreciate the beauty that's left, let me put on my rose colored glasses, and explain what I see.
Bitter sweet situations, confusion within.
We all go through the same damn things.
Rosey pink we're all the same.
Look how ugly we've became.
Amongst each other,
eye to eye,
one without the other, is considered blind.
You, him, and I are all the same.
Pink human beings running around looking for whom to blame.
Momma taught us better, thou have no shame?
Your vision has been restrained.
Understand my rose colored glasses, how I see you all.
Nothing but beauty within the flaws.
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