Midas Touch, Question Mark
I didn't borrow it, it's apart of me
Like the rainbow fleece
Like a trophy waiting for me
Like the breath I breathe and need
But it leaves
Flowing like my tears, a river doesn't have enough water to see
I have the Midas Touch
I turn poems into paintings
That shine like the sun because diamonds have too much shade
The pressure is not from fear of messing up but fear that happily ever after may not come
I have the Midas Touch
p.s. but I can't seem to put my finger on the right relationship...
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