I was just a blank paper
No one sees me for who I am
No one cares for who I am to be
'till one day you came
and painted the rainbow to my sky

Never without your consent;
I am sketched wholeheartedly
from a blank paper
of undescribable emptiness,
You turned me into a vivid painting

You coloured me passionately
Up to the time that your crayons broke
You were amid the ocean of sorrows
Nothing could inspire you to keep
on painting anymore as you thought;
You ruined the exquisite portrait

But my dear,
How I wish you knew that;
even broken crayons still colour


a.r