I paint the world, full of colours
I take the rainbow and paste them all over the place
But they want it to be a monochromatic disaster
They don't see the brush that I'm using to colour them
And that brush is already worn out
I replace the brush with a new one
Change the rainbow into black and white
But it feels wrong to just paint them without colours
So I pour out all the colours inside me just to complete that world
But their kerosene-fueled paint burns the colours
Now it's just smoke and ashes
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
شِعرU N R E Q U I T E D H O P E L E S S L O V E S A D L I F E H A P P Y R E A L I T Y C O N F L I C T H E A R T B R O K E N If life is all rosy, then you're dead wrong. This is me in a new world, on a different ground, vulnerable as I'm not home anymore...
