Love is a mixture of colors that do not complement
A healthy combination of things that can possibly be
A fusion of attitudes that differ
A beautiful blend of features
That longs to be alive again

It is an artwork made up of broken pieces brought together to recreate
That feeling that was kept and frequently rejected.
Blended well enough to make it feel more alive than it ever was
Carefully. Gradually. Passionately.

It is a stated fact that when these individual attitudes and emotions are well blended, it'll yearn ends
Therefore you savor every moment while taking the roads with harmonious feelings
Trying to travel the path taken by many and hoping that you'll be out with the outmost success
So you walk with burning passion until the end

Yet like the others who've taken the path, you end up with the same plot twist
Someone faded so quick
Faster than the bolt of lightning
Leaving you in the middle of everything.
Leaving the other bright as before
Leaving the other to finish the road they started together
To finish that something harder than building that road's reputation

Why let colors once so bright fade
And leave the other to continue in such a dismay
And expect that you could be okay?