The colours of emotions
Was it a deceit?
Alas! Could it be egoism?
Which was yours?
Black Yellow White
A separate sensations that cannot be mixed
Consumed by confusion, it engulfed me with a silent sadness.

Imagine raining in hell.
Does it ring a bell?

No one, no one here, no one there, ever.
Uncared for, it felt dark and misty.
All alone, aside seven billion souls.
Needed only when needed, a solitude.
Ring-fenced in an imaginary world of love.
No escape for me to my reality, it hurts.
Kept knocking on the walls, for affection.
Wisely I tethered on, purposely off,  living in a solstice of dream.

The gentle breeze caress me,
As I stare at the skies by the sea,
The leaves are falling slowly,
And the birds sing softly for free,
When your death came before me,
The universe mourned you for me,
For I lived too long somewhere magical,
A place of you and me,
Now life devoid you is surely hevel,
That is what they don't want me to see.

They warned me beforehand,
Magic never last,
When you find out how the trick is done,
And so the magic is gone.

The trick to her magic,
was her being alive.

The heavens were mad,
So the clouds thickened and rained,
Tearing on the earth.

It’s not much I know,
Only a piece of paper,
For us to colour.

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

I feel it raining,
On a cloudless sunny day,
Flooding only me.