Colourless Rainbow

February 5, 2017
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I am a cliché.
At the end of the day,
The same, I stay.

I am a colourless rainbow,
Always sitting underneath that weeping willow,
I was fine long ago, until she found her Romeo.

I am cold.
You say it’s my heart you hold,
It’s long gone, you have yet to be told.

I am mean.
It started when I was thirteen;
When I went from human, to controlled machine.

I am without feelings.
What is the point of healing?
My emotions are what I’m concealing.

I am dead.
I bled.
Too many things left unsaid.

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