Gianna Jett

Colors Of Me - Poem by Gianna Jett

Designed to be appreciated,
Desired in ways that are misunderstood,
Flames of a fire displays what is underestimated,
Trinkets of choices made when evil tempts the good.

Secrets of the dark dance in the fog of the ones who are no longer free,
It doesn't matter now what they pretend to show,
Did you know that when they sleep they dream of me,
They all once pretended not to know me but now it is them that I do not know.

Should I come down from the Moon's Kingdom,
To show them what they always knew and tell them how,
Is it within my Realm where they seek their own freedom,
Do you think that you all can remember me now?

Topic(s) of this poem: fairy tales

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015

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