She tries to turn her thoughts into pictures I just simply put mine into words Hers is all in color Mine's a grayscale world It's understandable why you would choose a rainbow like her Instead of the writer in me But please let me go I'm no longer her anymore I'm no longer the artist I yearned to be
people change, views change, interests change. We all have an artist inside of us, and every now and then we can experience a piece of the rainbow. But we all need a little black and white-- the absence of color-- to know if our world is really colored or not. Whether we write or paint/draw, we all share the same goal: to express.