he was so black and white,
the thought of discovering color
almost never crossed his mind.
she's never been monochrome.
he looked her way,
and could only make out
greens and blues,
along with tints of reds,
and sparkles of yellow.
if she stayed this way,
she could paint
all of the blacks and grays
over with her colors.
YOU ARE READING
devoid of color // slow updates
Poetry❂book one of the "colorful injections" series. book two: bring color to my skies a jumble of words that coexist into ink that bleeds through the pages and hallucinated lines into messily painted poetry. //cover by @ImmortalImpulse
