The colour black I painted my room black As a way of expressing how I truly felt... It was black because I wanted so desperately for people to see through the crack That was my somewhat perfect looking life I painted it black because I found comfort in the darkness I found warmth in its silence And acceptance in its solitude
The colour black
I painted my room black
As a way of expressing how I truly felt...
It was black because I wanted so desperately for people to see through the crack
That was my somewhat perfect looking life
I painted it black because I found comfort in... love stories
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thunicornflower She was her everything💛
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She was all the colours at their brightest.

The colour black I painted my room black As a way of expressing how I truly felt... It was black because I wanted so desperately for people to see through the crack That was my somewhat perfect looking life I painted it black because I found comfort in the darkness I found warmth in its silence And acceptance in its solitude

For years it brought me comfort till I met my ray of sunshine Like white, she represented all the light in the world She saw beauty where there was none and light in the four walls that showed the absence of it. She was warm She was bright She was colour But most of all... And she was my sun

But like the sun, she went away And the darkness called out to me Holding its arms out, to hold me in its sweet embrace but no In the absence of light I still saw her A true vision of perfection, One worth painting And so with paintbrush to wall I painted the mirage I saw every night I painted the love she showed me And the words I could never tell her I painted the place where I would always keep her...

In my home, Against a bright blue sky A plain blue sky Waiting to be consumed by her. -theunicornflowerchild

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