People are the same, he said
Anytime, I can be replaced
There's still someone like me
But, I beg to disagree

No two snowflakes are identical
Just how blue diamond is atypical
What's my worth, he asked
"I am platinum, you're a broken glass"

We are like a box of crayons
Containing distinctive colors
Even blue has different hues
Embedded on our matching tattoos

My glow depends on what you give me
But you lend her your light when I craved it
I became indigo, while she's a cerulean
When my color dimmed
You left me in your painting caravan

Hence, I took over coloring my canvas
Portray what I am, with matchless dyes
Once I achieve my desired viscosity
I'll make sure to stain you more than what you gave me


© Rylereve