Colors

I remember looking in your eyes for the first time
just to see this beautiful light I have only heard of,
growing up I remember all the story that has been told
of how the day I'd meet you my world would be one.
our world would be one.
I grew up thinking our needs would be same
& you may Love Me Back,
cause that's what happens in all those fairy tales.
when I finally met you, it all did happen,
the grey of the world is suddenly bursting up in colours.
Oh! how beautiful I spoke it all to you
and childish of me to think you see the same.
for months we went around roaming just to see them skies & butterflies when you say, you see nothing,
we thought maybe the fault is in time
but no, darling it was not what is wrong.
I remember looking at you and your faded expression
while I spoke about bursting colours, all you saw was dull greys.

until that day,
when in Rome you went around to clear your mind,
and I stayed in that tiny grey room looking out the colourless window,
and when you came back.
yes, you did. with the letter I must add, you slid it under "our" door &
I never saw that face again.
that's soft of your eyes, my first & favourite colour.
it read... "I am sorry my dear, I have found my colour but it wasn't you."

< s.m >

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note:
this one is inspired from a tumblr post i read last year.
(i added the post in media if you wanna read it and have a better understanding of the writing)