Abstract Fantasy Romance
Only if we could see each other as colours, wouldn’t that be beautiful, that intense look of yours would have been VIOLET, dark and mysterious, if I would have hated your small talks the world your turn RED, just like those blushing cheeks of yours, that kitten past B-block would have been a PINK candy ball, and your smile ... that would be CANARY just like my soft skin I wore under my sundress everyday.
And then maybe you will be able to see that my skins has turned BLUE, from the scars you gave me. It's seems like patches of CANARY and BLUE, how ironical. I wasn't a huge fan of "contrast".
But what if the world turned WHITE and walls collide and everyone leave
And all that left is BLACK, Would you still see me as BLUE?