The Color Of Truth

What is truth,
And where should I seek the color?
Strange feeling,
A strangeness which bleeds no more.
Being blue to you
When you ask for a crimson gaze.
Eyes of passion
Looking forth into future days.
What is the color of tomorrow?
It brings me great sorrow.
Ultramarine thoughts
Inflict a great pain.
You move on.
In the darkness I remain.
Hurt so deeply.
Push you away.
Pain for you,
Empathy žI love you,
For yesterday.
No,
I cannot come out to play today.

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