Under a spell,
you've worked your magic on me.
I'm hypnotized, under a trance.
They told me I am blind,
you healed me and now I can see.
Everything is black and white,
but you're as colourful as a sunset.
Whatever you did,
I hope there is no reverse.
Even if my days are dark and cold,
you are my rainbow,
the only one who paints colour
on my blank canvas.
Keep me under this trance,
I don't want to look back.
YOU ARE READING
Through the storm
RandomPoems written by me, some may be emotional. I write these to express how I feel and hope readers can relate somehow. Warning: Contains references to self harm and suicide. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used, credit to owners. I made my...
