Paint

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Paint

-The 7th son

You seem to be alone,
Is it too lonely up there?
You thought your beauty
would get you company?

When was the last time
you laughed with happiness
and not lunatic insanity?
Has it ever happened?

Oh white faced one!
The likes of you are rare
But why are you still
Not with the ones that care

The day light hides you
But you warm the
bitter wandering hearts
When the sun’s gone

For the loner you are
A cheer for all the broken hearts
When the ‘happy’ sleep
And are left uncared...


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