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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