Prism Colour

​Im not saying I’m a rose, but I have soft pink fleshy parts that are covered in char. I’ve gone through chips and dents, and I’ve inflicted worse into better and lovelier gems.
You liked me because I wasn’t just black, but a ray of colours

Like a prism, in certain lights, you can see all of me, but you chose to just keep me with very little sun

And you didn’t take the time to turn your head to match up with my angles

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