I was always unique you know.
Not that it was a bad thing.
You always told me you liked it.
Why was I so stupid to believe you?
Just like the rest of them.
I really did think you were the one.
To break me out of this spell.
Restless, spontaneous, whimsical
Colorful.
It's how I am.
I always thought you'd accept it.
I'd change for you.
But now it's back to hiding.
You'll only see me in your dreams.
I'm disappearing.
Going back to what I came from
Turning back into bland.
White. Snow.
You can search but you'll never find me.
And you'll know it was all your fault.
Because to you
I'll always be the crazy ermine.
Author notes
Here's the picture I used: http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/the-crazy-ermine-76737238
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Comments
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different then what I imagined for crazy but I like it.
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tingling
delightful. pure emotion, simply stated. This is why I love poetry.
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Thanks so much! Glad you liked it.
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