Date Published: June 2, 2023
Time Published: 9:47 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Finding your true self and the real sense of loving
In a world where it’s all black and white,
There is Yellow.
He is so kind, so bright;
His touch is that of a mellow.
Slowly, he turned orange—
A color that radiates warmth yet somehow, it’s strange
strange
strange
Suddenly he became red—
The color of love,
But in his case, it’s the coolest fire—
His warmth had faded;
A new world arose for him to admire.
Everything’s back to grayscale,
But Violet came soon after.
The charm of him is fitted to be in jail,
For in stealing heart, he’s a master.
As the days passed, he turned into Blue—
He’s no longer as fancy;
His troubles are dumped on me in a queue,
I’m engulfed by his hue,
Yet he kept his eyes closed—pretending not to see.
Soon he’s all green—the darkest;
Our palette had become dull and lifeless.
My breathing is clogged— I am suffocated.
I should let go
I must let go
It's a mess
The colors are fine at first,
Yet they always get worse.
Maybe it's a sign to stop looking for paints that will light up my world;
Maybe I really am meant to be living in darkness until I get old.
Or so I thought,
Until she picked up the brush,
Mixed the paints—creating new dots
With her own set, she filled my canvas
So this is what red feels like—
A feeling so strong; not fading.
She gave the perfect shade of orange—
Just the right sense of warmth.
The yellow was perfectly done—
With her, every moment is fun
Her green is the same as the natures—
Comforting; It feels like home
We share the same amount of blue days—
Not destructive; A healthy phase
Only she has the deepness of indigo—
she's as sincere; as genuine
The way violet shows, it's in her faithfulness—
truly magnificent.
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