This beautiful color is now gone from me..
I found myself with a little bit of tears under my glasses..
They had a type of lens where you could not see my eyes..
They did an amazing job of hiding my tears..
So now the rain is coming back..
And so is the cold..
Going through memories..
Happy ones are all I have..
And now they all make me sad..
I wish there was more time..
The clouds will soon gather and turn to rain..
Just like they did in my eyes..
Creating a perfect mirror of sadness..
With a reflection of me wishing I could have said what I wanted to..
But I couldn't..
This color was beautiful..
This color shined even in darkness..
Regrets are pockets of emptiness inside of my chest..
They clash with all that is right about me..
I wonder if I was a color to you..
Or simply a gray one..
May you color someone else's soul the way I wanted you to color mine..