Colours
You say the world is black and white,
an equilibrium of perfect and melancholy
where every shade is a variant of another,
and you can’t choose more than what you’re given.
Yet I see every shade of color in you.
I wish you could see the prisms you reflect into me,
you are the most beautiful array of harmonies and schemes
every color in you melds perfectly into a masterpiece.
I love all the colors of you.
If the world is only black and white to you,
than you are my grey that is the eye of the storm.
This poem is about:
Me