The Art Of Color

The Art of Color

Some time ago I drew my heart in black & white

Because in reality, my outlook on life & love wasn’t always all that bright

My pencil birthed the outline of my heart

& a moment’s after, ended, the empty work of art

Because my heart knew nothing of color & all of its hues

Because my heart grew blind to all of the good, even the somber blues

The element of color was then introduced

The words you gifted was the missing light, in my heart, that created the colors it produced

When I wake up, for someone like you I’ve prayed

Now when I wake up, I wait for you

To color a bit more of my heart today