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Funeral march for a rainbow…

 

I like looking at the pictures

Like looking at your smile

Coloured beads around your neck, an early summer tan

You were stoned and always smiling

No shame in who I am

Baby, you were perfect, with your honey hazel eyes

The wicked grin that was always there

The sense of fun you never outgrew

You seemed to revel in life

And yet you shunned it too

Baby, you were perfect, but it didn’t seem that way to you

But you had coloured beads around your neck

A burning joint and a bottle of alcohol

As sweet, as sweet as your burned out soul

You had so much love to give, it charred you from inside

Baby you were perfect, but I know you lived a lie

 

I wish I’d seen the Carolina sunlight, gleaming in your hazel eyes

I wish I’d really known you, seen the darkness that lay inside

You, you were so perfect, and I miss you everyday

The love you gave to me – the coldness when it went away

 

And now that you’re never coming back, every rainbow I see, it ends in black

 

Funeral march for a rainbow…

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Submitted by: on October 14, 2018