in this life, there are colours
colours that represent things
red for passion and love
blue for calmness and coldness
green for nature
yellow for prosperity
purple for elegance
pink for loveliness
black for sorrow
white for blankness
grey for unstability
and so on
this life is colourful
and every life has different colours
and each life's colour controls the life
showing the life, telling the tale
i don't know who you are
and i will never know who you are
but there's one thing i know for sure
my life, you painted it
i don't care who you are
and i don't care who you are
but there's one thing i cared
that you remained colouring my life
you may not be one
but to me, you coloured my life
you're an artist
just what i need to colour my life
my life as the blank canvas
you as the artist
your love as the paints
and time as the brush
before one day
the storm came
and spilled the paint
making the canvas wet
wet with just one colour
the last time i saw you
under the rain, under the storm
you didn't say anything
just looking away
without knowing what's on
i was standing far behind you
with a handful of flowers in my hand
red, yellow, pink, white
how colourful they are
something went in front of me
going past me very quickly
splashing the water onto my face
blinded me for a while
in this life, there are colours
colours that represent things
and every life has different colours
showing the life, telling the tale
before one day
the storm came
and spilled the paint
making the canvas wet
wet with just one colour
why did you disappear?
how come?
when i opened my eyes
where are you?
it rained heavier
with drops of water piercing my body
the pain getting into my body mercilessly
piercing my heart
my life as the blank canvas
you as the artist
your love as the paints
and time as the brush
now you're gone
the artist and the paints
leaving the brush useless
and the blank canvas
everything looked dull
without you colouring my life
this monochromatic world
you can no longer colour it
why?
why am i left alone?
in this dull monochrome world?
just me alone?
You may have a future as a songwriter, Chicken.
ReplyDeleteCan you set this to music, make a demo?
... but that means i must look for something either more 'singing', or i'll have to make another...
ReplyDeletei still have a request from a follower o make a 'musical' poem, and i only have one title in my head, and i couldn't write it out, either...
love your blog. keep up the good writing.
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