Feels like I am drowning in black and white, when I choose to live in radiant color.
My whole life I watched those with erasers; masking utensils follow behind.
“Why would you want to fade these beautiful hues?” I would ask.
“Because it discolors our scenery.” They would say.
And follow you will, continue to stand behind; here, my love reigns.
I prefer a colorful horizon, multitudes of beauty and breathing endless color spectrum.
Science can have their primary Yellow, Red, and Blue.
Our sun radiates yellow, our sky covers us in blue, and our hearts beat red.
Those with erasers in hope of new beginnings will not wash away my love.
Nor, mask your angry of ink to deface my crimson heart.
Cast out your erasers and agendas and open your eyes.
Dive into the life that has been painted before you; if you love today, may you love even more tomorrow.
I feel like I am drowning in black and white when I am breathing colorless air.
It’s nothing short of remarkable. How you continue to pick up my pieces of distruction that I leave behind me.
Half in which contain myself.
I’m not too sure how to remember who I am.
Can you please help me find me?
The pieces that I had left behind seem to no longer be there. Where did they go?
Where are the shards?
I can’t remember..
Was it me or you that threw out the pieces?
With so many slumbers together, you should know me by now. You’re eyes with mine,
my cheek to your brow.
Why with so many secret moments, do you not know where is my heart?
Is it because you took it from the start? Never a daytime have we met, so you never could have obtained that part.
Though your touch fades as the sun awakes, I start to miss the way my being shakes… my mind is at stake.
The guilt makes air hard to find; but it wasn’t real, my heart was never for you to steal… But why and how can these feelings feel so still?