you have taken my heart,
painted it red,
changed your mind and thought of blue,
painted it twice, now it's purple
unsatisfied, you took the palette
experimented with my heart like an empty canvas
you played with colors,
now it resembles chaos
what a mess,
my white heart now painted anew,
but to me it wasn't bad,
after all, black is poetic, it isn't sad
—black
justsaturnine
