Like the bronze in your eyes
When the sun shines bright on Tuesday
Thoughts focused on miracles and magic
Noone seems to realize, your feelings
Comedy becomes a tragic code, trial and error
As the sun breaks tiny clouds rumble
Growing merry on this adolescent existence
All I really lacked was my primal ability
Of consitancy, persistence
Although perspiration blurs my vision in a slight manner, I'm not blind
More so an earthily warrior, bearing flowers at the edge of my brain
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[...]Comedy becomes a tragic code, trial and error As the sun breaks tiny clouds rumble[...] A really powerful write Blaine.. Thanks for sharing..