COLORS.

dix

colors

there was another painting,

i found it under your bed

while i was cleaning your apartment up.

my trembling hands held the artwork,

eyeing every detail of two people,

a couple while holding hands,

in a field full of flowers.

tears that i didn't knew conjured up

fell and stained the canvas,

my shaking lips were pulled into a frown.

but there was something i noticed.

the painting, it wasn't lively.

it was made out of pigments

of the colors, black and white,

a little bit of grey that served as shadows.

oh baby, where did the colors

of your paint brush go?

but now that i think of it,

the  painting made sense.

you were a beautiful masterpiece,

it's just that,

your colors started to fade away.

ever since you left me,

the blue skies 

it dimmed, and it was cloudy.

rivers stopped flowing freely,

i can't see a single bird

that flies through the horizon like before.

the sunflowers seemed to have lost it's shine,

the sun rarely greets us in the morning.

everything seemed so lost,

everything seemed so glum.

it was as if the earth knew

that an angel that was consumed

by his horrible demons

died without fighting them.

it was as if mother nature knew

that a caged up bird

died before it could flap it's wings.

you were so artistic,

min yoongi,

and i loved you for that

and will always do.

fin