White Life Turns To Colors, But Baby, I'M Another

It all began when the air was drenched with soft blue light. I became so calm, but ended up quiet with brick red pulling at me. Quiet, but content. She never smiled. This emotion soon faced pink, but echoing affection that has grew in her heart every time she looks at him. There were splashes of lavender an burning turquoise that marked adventures she lived for and loud colors in her mind. She picked weeds on the side of the road before she threw herself away. Suddenly, red flashing in the sky and was pulled in by him. She never felt gravity grasp on her body, which was pressed against his. Smudge of colored gray doubt an she was left stumbling in the fog. Her steps were untraceable to turn back. Soon the sky that was once blue turned black as her warm nights. Her sheets have turned cold and last night remains on those sheets and in her mind. Carved tears have stained her cheeks when it all ended. Her world went white and as she stood in front of a blank canvas, she found herself ready to paint herself a new story, but one without him.