I saw the world in black and white,
then you brought color to my life.
Things transformed from constant blue
to different colors, different hues.
I could see a pink blush on your face
that I would mirror; my heart would race.
But slowly, you began to change.
I mentioned you were acting strange,
and all the blood rushed to your head.
You would yell; we both saw red.
I got upset; I screamed and cried,
and when we split, the color died.
Desperate to see hues again,
I tried to re-become your friend.
But all I saw were shades of green,
and red appeared when you were mean.
The only reason I would stay
was the fear of seeing shades of gray.
But now that's all that I can see,
and I hate what "life" has come to be.
I guess that's why I've come to find
that "pain" is better than "colorblind".
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Random Writings
RandomJust a thing of my random writings. Sometimes it's rage poetry, sometimes it's one-shots, sometimes it's little things that delve into a bigger story later on. We'll see what it turns into.
