I let you trace out my heart
in dotted lines
When I asked why you didn't
colour it?...
You said it was in black & white
And now that you're gone,
my tears are doing their best ,
going through the dots ,
resurrecting the picture
my blood is flowing through,
providing the colour
Perhaps you made me an artist
Cause
Whenever I'm asked about the rough texture,the cracks,the fadings....
My answer is always....MOSAIC...
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
I let you trace out my heart
in dotted lines
When I asked why you didn't
colour it?...
You said it was in black & white
And now that you're gone,
my tears are doing their best ,
going through the dots ,
resurrecting the picture
my blood is flowing through,
providing the colour
Perhaps you made me an artist
Cause
Whenever I'm asked about the rough texture,the cracks,the fadings....
My answer is always....MOSAIC...