I am controversial,
I am hope with a band-aid,
Watercolors tamed and tagged
With spirals of smoke
Rainbows without waves and
Crayons without colors
I am detailed with no designs
Plain and ordinary
Lately I’ve woken up nights hoping,
Vaguely wondering if she could hope too
That I could be hers and she mine
But the truth is plain for all
That there is another far more beautiful
Than I, Then I shade and toss my dreams
Posture and hold myself to my wits
Try to be a better man
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