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White :: Yellow

white and yellow
white and yellow
summer and a day
searching lights are finding me
and i wish them away.

I remember days when I was young
little things where important, i was dumb.
I saw into things that have no might
a look back, yes mother was right.

I see the past, a girl with dreams.
seeking someone, something
to hold her and tell her
everything is fine
while others laugh and play
and hold hands all day

the girl alone at home
dream after dream
sleep after sleep
let the thoughts overtake
and give the life she pretendt
to endure.

When I think of those days
I don't know where I was
I wasn't here
I am not there
So what am I today?
Am I the same girl?
A child with large eyes, confused
or someone more informed
someone more enthused
for the life I now own.

But what do I own
myself?
my bed?
What is mine?
My soul.
My heart.
My voice.

Do i tell?
I tell
I tell you the truth.
Nothing tastes better
than honey
from the lips who spoke
truth.

White and yellow
White and yellow
the color of friendship flowers
I can tell I have changed in this hour
and I know
No one can change a thing
about the fact that I have changed.

But just because
I feel new and no longer so deranged
doesn't mean I'm put together
or in the least bit strange.
But I have folded older cards
And open a new set
to be the me
I haven't been,
the me I am not yet.

white and yellow
white and yellow
summer and a day
searching lights are finding me
and I wish them away.
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