Tears upon blunder

I dream in a world of colour but, I see black and white. Upon these tears I blunder but like glass my fragile Pieces begin to shatter. My fragile heart, reduced to a pile of rubble I have laid, hesitantly by you adoring feet. I still wait upon that day that you may call me yours but, patients is the key to my long Lasting happiness. My adoring eyes search for your everlasting figure against my walls so that your shadow may find refuse amongst Mine.