extended metaphor
Date: May 26th, 2010 6:17:15 pm - Subscribe
Mood: fragile
- life is - : meh
I am a colored pencil.
You may use me all you want,
But I will only mark your paper – your life.
On the surface, I am a colored stick,
With the words of a brand.
Strip the paint off,
And I become a product of Mother Nature.
And yet, beneath the wooden casing,
I am pure.
Although I am only one,
I bring color to your world.
Yet, when I’m worn down to a stub,
You throw me in the trash
And I’m replaced with someone new.
You don’t even give me a chance to say
“goodbye”.
It doesn’t seem fair to me,
But it’s perfectly normal to you –
Because, to you, all I am,
And all I will ever be,
Is a single
Colored pencil,
Now forever gone
From your memory.
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