Waiting On The World To Change

Look at her, look at me;

its gold, versus silver,

the sun against the moon.

 

Where she shines, I am dim;

saught after, and alone,

the Beauty and the Beast.

 

Such are the thoughts of every girl, 

When looking through gray curtains

and blurry, bleak and cracked lenses.

 

What if the roaring waters changed,

and eyes that were clouded o'er,

were polished, cleaned and brightened?

 

Look at her, look at me;

we're fingerprints of gold,

uniquely all our own.

 

We always shine and gleam,

We deserve friends and love,

Our smiles worth noticing.

 

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