our colors
once so bright
like a beautifully painted canvas
wearing our hearts on our sleeve and our colors on our surface
we blended so well
like a brand new open palette
adding only enough water to brighten
dark colors were present, but always lightened
our medium always flowed
one into another
creating more beautiful colors
always shared and reflected in each other
our colors have become faded
like a masterpiece placed in front of the sun
one of our colors has run out
so many tears have soaked our canvas, forcing our colors to bleed out
we have dripped outside of the lines
no longer in our comfort zone
a huge mess has been made
exposing colors never seen before, making us afraid
desperately searching
for the color we want back
one of a kind
even while trying to mix our colors it is sometimes hard to find
every once in awhile
we can spot your hue
that shines through when we least expect it
not washed away, but covered up by the darkness of blue
we are all still painted
less colorful than ever
more shades of black than ever before
a dripping mess still lies on the floor
we are trying our best
to get cleaned up and moved along
all while waiting and being patient
traces of your color will always exists, highlighting the way to our next inspiration
sometimes his color is hard to see
or maybe just hard to except
because who wants to believe the strongest color is gone
and that only black, whites and grays are left
-MD
once so bright
like a beautifully painted canvas
wearing our hearts on our sleeve and our colors on our surface
we blended so well
like a brand new open palette
adding only enough water to brighten
dark colors were present, but always lightened
our medium always flowed
one into another
creating more beautiful colors
always shared and reflected in each other
our colors have become faded
like a masterpiece placed in front of the sun
one of our colors has run out
so many tears have soaked our canvas, forcing our colors to bleed out
we have dripped outside of the lines
no longer in our comfort zone
a huge mess has been made
exposing colors never seen before, making us afraid
desperately searching
for the color we want back
one of a kind
even while trying to mix our colors it is sometimes hard to find
every once in awhile
we can spot your hue
that shines through when we least expect it
not washed away, but covered up by the darkness of blue
we are all still painted
less colorful than ever
more shades of black than ever before
a dripping mess still lies on the floor
we are trying our best
to get cleaned up and moved along
all while waiting and being patient
traces of your color will always exists, highlighting the way to our next inspiration
sometimes his color is hard to see
or maybe just hard to except
because who wants to believe the strongest color is gone
and that only black, whites and grays are left
-MD