rocky arrow
To those who grew up in colorless homes, and paint their souls in shades of grey.
I'm so sorry that all of your magic was starved, and your brightness was taken away.
You were lovely, and whole till the world took its toll, and your loveliness met with decay.
You're all grown up now, and you're part of the world but your wall color still stays the same.
You'll pick between Eggshell and Pewter and Beige but the difference is only their names.
You'll paint your walls neutral just like you grew up with cause it's always been this way
But one day you'll dream, of a light pastel green that goes great with those curtains you bought.
Your spirit will ache like a malnourished thing, and convince you to give it a shot.
One day you'll find that your magic that "died", has been hiding in colorful spots.
cinder crow
tough blaze
red summit
