all my crayons are out of the box
that have colored the rainbow
that reflects in the rearview mirror.
reflections of a place thats behind me,
but i see it in a puddle in front of me.
i pick the colorful petals
of the daisy i hold
one by one, counting the years
of a racing heart
each one a never ending feeling.
my arms now crossed, my eyes now closed
my knees still weak, the stars still bright.
the rainy day in november
played over and over again in my head
until the summer in july...
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