We collide with a special person
A person that for no explainable reason
Marks your life with memorable moments
You become a better, happier person
Your world is painted in bright, exciting colours
You can climb the highest peak
Accomplish anything you wish
Sometimes in the measure of a lifetime
You are so busy drinking in the colours and joys of life
That as the truth is revealed
The shine comes off your world
You don't see the darkness until it is too late
Sometimes in the measure of a lifetime
We are on a collision course with that special person
The sadness and disillusionment leave us
With no colour left in our world
written by Tag471
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