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Discolored
First I was my mom’s
Then everyone else’s
Too dark to possibly hers
I could only be someone else’s
Speaking French to her
Straight English with me
‘It will fade away with time!’
Concerned about her happiness
To pale to fully understand
Only included when curious
An attraction to both sides
Discolored by intrigued eyes
Their sayings were true
Fading with the years
Extraction of my aroma
Everyday use; simple habit
I would shift with the sun
Breezy summer companions
My tan for granted
Anticipating the shock
Warm winter acquaintances
All their fingers crossed
Hopes for stability
Comforting white vanilla essence
First I was my mom’s
Then everyone else’s
Too much everything to be theirs
Belonging to myself, nobody else’s
Mixed point of view, love it
Mixed point of view, love it
Here is what comes of love for ones self.
Be you fair or brown or somewhere in between.
This phrase explains the heart inside.
"First I was my mom’s
Then everyone else’s
Too much everything to be theirs
Belonging to myself, nobody else’s"
Certainly looks do not matter that much.
All that matters are the meanings from love behind words of the heart.
What matters most "jeunes un" is that you laugh beautifully.
And that you continue to dream poetically.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot