03. Charcoal
You painted my sky blue, a peculiar shade I only saw from you.
Your wrath was as rough as the waves.
I drowned in your ocean as you placed me in my grave,
your sweetness filled my sorrowful frame.
You pulled me out of your abyss only to set me in flame.
You burned me,
Yet I was happy.
Your scorching heart was all I craved for.
I'm your lost soldier in your own war.
I wasn't sure if I was your enemy,
but your resentful gaze brought me serenity.
A feeling of longing I could never understand,
for all that, I'd still protect you more than my homeland.
I painted your charcoal canvas in pastel colors.
From that day on, I knew I was only yours.
You were a painting, such a palette I found untrue.
Still, charcoal and blue are colors too.
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