Metamorphic
My life is a song stuck on repeat,
It is a summer day gone cold,
It is a painting of a waterfall,
Damaged by a storm.
It is a beautiful disaster,
A train wreck,
But a masterpiece.
It is a fire hidden by trees,
A broken mirror,
A mirage of colors,
A rain of glitter.
Metamorphic.
It is a summer day gone cold,
It is a painting of a waterfall,
Damaged by a storm.
It is a beautiful disaster,
A train wreck,
But a masterpiece.
It is a fire hidden by trees,
A broken mirror,
A mirage of colors,
A rain of glitter.
Metamorphic.
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