𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀.

V

An old rainbow colors ceiling fan,
the center piece of the room;
That even if it's full of colors
it doesn't work.
I see the fan above the room
and there are memories,
childish old memories
but these memories are not mine,
I just can imagine by looking
that there's a lot of colors in the room
like Happiness, innocence,
sadness, Despair and pain.
And I say with pain,
"what a colorful room".
-Mel