You are an art made of colors
forgive me for I couldn't paint you,
but I can write about you.
I can write how your colors gave light to the darkest hues inside me.
I can write how you and your colors turned sadness into happiness, and makes everything beautiful.
I can write how every color about you lights up the empty room of loneliness in me.
I can write how you painted me as a splash of different colors when I told you to paint me as black.
I can write about you as a perfect definition of an art.
But no, you are not just an art,
because you are—my masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
POETRY THAT STAYS
PoesíaYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
