I’m exhausted with grey color- schemes
And copy-paste lines
Please spit out any empty words
Only speak if your thoughts have flavor  
I’m starving for something real
I’m aching for something breathtaking
Still reminiscing of bold colors
Passionate reds
Blooming greens and
Yellows of perfectly content happiness
And wondering, when will I feel colors again
Let me run through those trails with new eyes
And wade through the rivers with new skin
Help me to create joy that cannot be compared
To anything I’ve felt before
My god these days taste bland
The grey paint is peeling off my hands
Still they never come clean
My god, she knows I am so close
She knows I have every color at my fingertips
She knows because she gave them to me
And yet I choose to paint in this grey color-scheme
And it will be my choice to see the world
In vibrant colors again