We are different, I know
That's why I'm afraid to show
This feeling I hide away
A part of me that's solely for you
You have a secret ingredient
Doesn't matter if you aren't prominent
I feel your wounded texture within
A perfect fit for my broken gallery
The Christmas Tree without lights or leaves
Fear not for who you really are
The universe is drawn to the brightest star
But some will choose to glamorize Mars
The comfort of shadows and space
The desire to sink deep and be insane
To live, to deny and to be found again
Bunch of equals, we are all the same:)
[ texture, gallery, Mars]