I wanted to be colorful.
Last night I imagined a colorful theme of a puzzle
I decided to create it in pure anticipation and excitement.
I heard you screaming down the halls filled with rage and anguish.
you barged in with a bucket of black paint
splattering it onto my colorful canvas.
I wanted to be colorful.
I went for a run this morning and i painted my skies blue hoping to forget about your black ink that stained my hands.
I looked up to see you dragged your clouded skies against my blue.
I reached up and tried to tear them down.
but the ink spread onto them.
You grabbed my peace and shattered it onto the ground once more.
if I stop trying to push you
would you leave me be?
each day i become a bit more stable and secure on my ground.
I\'ll hold myself up for a second longer each day
for now, my world is a rainbow doused in your clouded skies
I wanted to be colorful.
At least my red still shows
tomorrow maybe orange.
and the next maybe yellow.
I\'ll be colorful
soon.