Behind Asyumera

You see things in pink
Just to later be blind at them.

You are blushing at the surface,
but tend to be pale at deep.

You greet hello, only to say goodbye,
You give full colors, while remaining in black and white.

You choose to be loud to safeguard the whisper-
give things a light touch to which are of heavy load.

You signal it's just a joke
which surely fool, but your own.

You smile at wide.
But at a turn, you drop at large.

You claim to be Asyumera,
Why rather be an own defender?

When you want to win the battle,
You take the shield and hold back instead.

You keep on saying you're waiting for the time,
Just to be seen running from it.

Now, you write to save the feeling you choose to leave,
Then tomorrow, you'll read and relive by it.

You assume at extremes,
Even exceeding up to his'.
The extremities of your thoughts and feelings
Only lead to the complexities:

Being the self-acclaimed Asyumera,
Only takes being the great Tanggera.