ROSE-COLORED GLASSES

Lily May Emerald

YOU HAD NO RIGHT
TO INVITE ME HOME
WHEN THERE'S NO ONE AT THE DOOR
WAITING THERE TO WELCOME ME,
TO LISTEN ANYMORE

DON'T LOOK FOR ME,
I WON'T BE THERE
TO HEAR YOU TELL LIES
WHEN YOU SAY YOU CARE.

I'LL SHUT MY EYES,
SO I WON'T SEE
THE ROSE-COLORED REFLECTION
THAT MOCKS REALITY.

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sorenbarrett October 19th, 2025 12:05
A powerful poem written with strong words sending a clear message. Nicely written

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