This is how you lose me;
like the fading colors of bloomed flowers,
this is how you lose me in rainbows of greyscale.
All i’ve ever wanted was to see:
skies of red, orange and yellow,
fields of green and blue
and nights of indigo and violet.
But you blinded me and kept me in bondage in a grey cell.
With you, even when I took off my rose color glasses I was still colorblind.
They say color lies in the distance between black and white,
but as i rode to the bitter end all I could see was
‘Welcome to the Monochromatic life.”
Tell me lover,
what do the other colors mean?
I could explain the shadows of charcoal grey,
or the softness of ash grey,
but never have I got the hang of vibrant summer colors
nor cool spring hues
nor the lazy fall tints.
The world has never seen what I see with you,
things are always a shade darker,
but you know what they say;
you need minimum color for maximum effect
and in our world, grayscale was never much of a problem
because I have always loved you in color.
I will probably always see the world with the fuzz of TV static,
but our love on the inside was the color swatches that dreams are made of.
You loved me in colors that haven’t yet been invented,
yet still managed to put a filter on the world around me.
I never knew that rainbows existed at the end of grey skies,
Heck! I had no idea that the sky was even blue.
And when it turned black, All you said was
“Why worry? Black contains every color you can ever know”
See, you and I could never live together in rainbow fields,
only because you could never tell the truth in black and white,
life was literally a grey area with you.
Greyscale was our dreamscape, we thrived on sourcing truth from light tones,
and fashioned our hearts to beat in 256 shades of grey,
(because 50 was too mainstream)
and the only time you could truly see our souls
was when we were in black and white.
You showed me your true colors and I never tried to repaint them.
Your deepest secrets were bound to rainbows of grayscale,
and changing your coats would mean painting from the inside out,
and grey has always been your happy color.
In the absence of color,
you have taught me;
to always start with black and white when searching for the truth;
That even when its terrifying,
I should never apologize for being colorblind
because without knowing grayscale,
I could never fully appreciate the colors of the true rainbow.
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