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V  Mar 2017
Your Colorful Life
V Mar 2017
Its different when you're with me.
Because all I paint is black and gray
Don't you agree?

Your smiles are filled with glee,
Like a finished canvas I daresay.
Its different when you're with me.

I make things a little blurry
Like an old painting that starts to decay.
Don't you agree?

When you're with them, I am filled with envy.
So colorful, so faraway.
Its different when you're with me.

I am a bit too gloomy
Maybe I should stay away
Don't you agree?

Your life is already a beautiful harmony
I'll just be in the way.
Its different when you're with me.
Don't you agree?
Where do I begin?
What color?

Celebrating air
With sincere smile
Blue, Green, Red
In your favor
Or, the Silver hue?

Paint You
The delighted colors
Well being senses
With no excuse
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Paint you, Blue || Paint you, Red || Paint you, Green || Paint you, all colors of joy
Lon Witter Aug 2018
I often dream about the life
in colors shining and dazzling
purple, pink, yellow and lime
and with lights such blinding

life changing like the seassons
but keeping the same warmth
life is a such preacious thing
like the flowers in garden you love

But I'm going to wake up in the end
and will return to my colorless life
full with misery and disappoinments
and try to live to reach the next night
just to see the life in my dream's light.
japheth  Sep 2018
colour blind
japheth Sep 2018
i loved to paint using your colour.

i’d go day and night, from one canvas to another, using different shades of you to paint all kinds of pictures.

i never lost any ideas.
i never had to find inspiration.
it all just comes to me whenever i look at you.

one day, i woke up colour blind. and unfortunately, it’s in your colour.

all the paintings, all the sketches, all the canvasses that were of your colour, plastered, hanged, and taped all over my walls doesn’t make sense anymore.

it was all grey. all dull. a colour i know existed but never really tried using before.

i tried searching for your colours in the things you’ve touched. the words you’ve said. i searched everywhere but whenever i do think your colour will come back, my eyes revert to reality.

now you’re just a memory.

your colour will only exist inside my mind.

those shades i loved. the pigments i crave to achieve every time i stroke my brush. it’s all in my head now.

it’s been years now. you’re colour isn’t as bright as i thought my memory would remind me of.

i paint with a different colour now.

actually, i paint with all the colours now except yours.

all those nights i spent painting, it’s with every colour i come across but yours.

now my wall’s full of colour again. all from different parts of me. colours i never knew existed.

now,

i’m happy. i’m content.

i’m colourful.
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