"Their Colors"
The colors in this masterpiece are many.
They curve and twist into shapes that are incomprehensible.
Yet beautiful.
Looking upon their majesty is tear - jerking.
Her hands construct these expressive peaks.
They create these colorful concoctions.
However, she paints alone.
No one by her side to share her colorful aura.
The warmth she exudes is lost to the world.
There is no person to direct it or collect it.
In a sense we all lose it.
When she met him the feeling was intense.
A sun explosion.
A universe forming.
A volcano erupting.
An immediate moment when all made sense.
The sky was bright and the world seemed intense.
All other guys lasted as long as a water colour painting in the ocean.
But now she has a chance to break from that canvas.
Start a new painting more colorful and intense than the last.
After months of love and intense colour creation
The outside edge of their canvas began to darken.
Grey began to seep into the colors and transform them.
They grew dark.
However, most of the painting remains colorful.
Her majesty and grace, passion and mental state
Are all wrapped up in this one being.
Her hopes and dreams for the future.
He guides her.
He loves her and all seems to good to be true.
To the world they have created a masterpiece.
One that is admired, adored and envied by all.
Picture Perfect.
But the grey areas continue to envelop more of her painting.
The colorful peaks have now become listless mounds of crumbling dust.
Small bits of her passion can still be seen.
They are dwindling.
Those that are closest to her realize.
The magic has faded from her eyes.
She is unable to see the world's majesty like before.
All her attention has gone into him and her fire has been doused.
She continues to let herself be absorbed into this being,
She loses herself in the process.
Are his actions completely to blame?
He is only human.
Yet, a human that does not show his feelings.
Not realizing he is emotionally starving his love.
She has lost herself in him.
All seems well when it is not.
She hides the bruises and like so many others refuses
To let reality set in.
'love' has clouded her mind.
Now no one can find the majestic artist.
Now she is just girl.
All the colors have faded.
He realizes.
After viewing the dust covered art boxes ,
The tarps on the paintings ,
The crusted paint tubes.
He knows.
So he changes.
He twists to a different person.
A better one.
One who shows his emotions.
One that inspires rather than hinders.
Together they toss out the old canvases,
open the windows to the world,
Buy new and brighter paints.
Together,
A team ,
One couple but two distinct individuals.
His hands no longer raised in anger.
A relationship no longer headed for disaster.
The sun sets on this picture perfect couple.
Creating a painting more colorful.
