I'm the diamond on your rhinestone beach,
The sun behind the clouds.
But I'm burning inside, burning for this
Like you will never know.
~*~
I'm the joker in your hand,
The pen without the ink.
I'm capable of amazing things
But you will never know.
~*~
I'm the book whose covers, torn
But pages still unwritten.
You leave me on that desolate shelf,
Because I'm still unknown.
~*~
I'm the wind that teases your hair,
The echo in your laugh.
I'm everything you wished you were
And I always wish you knew.
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