"If I could take the colors of the wind and paint you, I'd be creating life all over"
- Imani.
Does.
Does a heart deserve to be lonely?
Do these eyes deserve to cry constantly?
Should a great spirit feel unwanted and overlooked?
Walked over like a fresh patch of grass.
No one appreciates these hands, this smile, these eyes, these lips, these legs, these hips, these ears nor this nose
will they ever?
Or will I fade into the background while some somber music plays to my demise.
Will you care??
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