#sadwords
Color me color blind.
I feel like an empty coloring book.
Just brought out the store, still in the bag
and I require every single crayon in your 64 pack to be filled in.
Completely.
Yet you could never color me properly, never able to see all of me, I know that all of John’s lyrics were just legends
Cause we would, never have been able to adapt in the environment we were set in.
I promise, we were destined...to fail.
But In this moment, at least try to stay in the lines..
maybe squint your eyes .. take a closer look at how damaged my pages already are.
I never asked you to be neat...
I only advised, that you at least try to stay in the lines.
But really, who am I?...
Giving advice, but never take mine..
Living for the moment, when i should take time
I move fast.. like smooth winds, grooving through the motions but
I…move too fast
And I spread myself too thin.
Like, weak things & wheat thins, we could never break even.
Even when I'm looking for happiness in the same place that I lost it.
If you weren't gonna color in this book then why you got it ?
I refuse to be a coloring book kept in the closet
& I'm tired of being patient, so color me in.
Shades of chivalry is not dead yet
Of you making my cheeks red and
Shades of “is the sky black… or blue at night?”
Of “my love goes on for light years”
& I'll be loyal like Woody, If you'll be my Buzz Light year.
Shades of“did you know that violets aren’t really blue?”
Of confusion.
Color me in shades of understanding, and sympathy.
Rose red.
And violet. Purple. Not blue.
Color me in shades of cliché.
Frame me in calming hues.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
The day my lover died,
the room painted in red.
What was once love; love-deprived.
Colorful memories broken into fragments of red.
Gun pointing at me, emotions freed
My lips; sing the song we once sang.
Nerves twitched and muscles spreed.
Silence responded after a loud bang.
You died in my heart the day you walked away.
And I've never believe in reincarnation
So don't come back saying 'I am sorry'
The day my love died; memories now imagination.
The day my lover died.
What was once love; love-deprived.
- Wesley West
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC