Don't judge my cover; it's not mine.
I was given this to wear for the duration of my time.
Over time it has become creased, ripped, and worn,
A once perfect canvas the day I was born.
Even the corners are rounded and jaded.
The vibrant colors that once were have now faded.
Deep inside there are pages missing.
I wish that one day you would sit and listen.
Turn these pages slowly and rewind time,
For it's down to you to make up your mind.
Gently close me; be careful of my cover.
Then place me back on the shelf for someone new to discover...
Don't Judge Me
Vibrant Colors
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2016 with permission of the author.
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