Dark Shade
There's always one person you feel a connection with
So many laughs and giggles you've shared
How many times you've erupted with laughter
Laughing at things that were seriously not funny
But that person shows their true colours
Hell's shades show themselves to my pallette
Reluctantly, we recognise the pantones
We now know all the details, it's time to deliver
Goodbye plaything, we couldn't find your colour
We failed at sourcing your shade
Your kind is rare, and we don't want to find it again
Goodbye my friend, goodbye for now
9 comments:
Hmmm, can't say I understood this one. Except if you're referring to the buddy from people and cake.
Actually I know it might be difficult for someone else to understand. It's nothing to do with anyone on People & Cake. Just a way I felt when my expectations were not met by someone. My understanding of them was wrong. That's all!
Does this apply to 'someone' or 'them'?
I don't get it!
imaginate...we all love masks. We fall in love with it because it is painted on so well, that you mistake it for the real skin. Once the masks scrape off, we'll see the reality--which is always bitter and the exact opposite of what the person had painted on the outside.
8i, so that really was you.
Sorry about the fumble but I'm a bit useless after a few beers.
Hope the roses made up for it...
*jim sullivan sorry..it's not really meant to make sense either, only I am meant to understand it. I just felt like publishing it! In resp to ur quest, the poem is all about one person who I'd built up a certain picture of. He wasn't the way I had imagined. In fact, he was the total opposite. This was like a kind of goodbye to the picture I had of him, and a wake-up call to me not to judge people that I don't know well. I mentioned the colours thing as the shade pattern fitted well with how many forms different people come in. End of essay ;)
Bloody Northerners, never say thank you!!
*taunted gotta be some extra stregth u're havin there! Nope, wasn't me. Did you think it was me? Well, I didn't get the roses..
shite, 7 mins too late. 'oo said i were a bluddy northerner?
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