I lived in darkness all my life,
that when I peeked into your life,
through a window,
it blinded me,
you saw me looking,
so you held my hand and invited me to come along,
my body dripping of black paint stained your white land,
you didn't seem to have minded instead,
instead, you asked me to stay for a dance,
our colors mixed as we laughed in glory,
until I woke up to a land I know longer recognised,
it was grey,
grey, he colour I used to draw my sad paintings,
grey, the smoke I burnt my childhood in,
grey, the sky, with no sun, neither rising nor setting,
grey, in the middle of feeling the happiness and sadness of knowing it's momental,
grey, like the dust set on things which are abandoned,
grey, a colour which never belonged on the chess board,
I looked at you to see if you were happy with the world we created,
until I realised that we had been dancing in my land the entire time,
you started walking away,
stay for a little while,
make me completely happy, completely white,
But you said you saw someone at the window pane,
you said she looked like she needed you,
so, you walked away,
leaving me in the grey I didn't recognise,
abandoned,
to live like that,
forever
