“Use the whole box of crayons,” he said.
So I spilled the box
and began to paint my life
Orange: cheerful days that glow
Green: for fragile things that grow
Silver: hard work, dollars earned
Blue: for love that’s not returned
Purple’s passion paves the road
Yellow’s laughter shares the load
Bright red flames for bridges burned
Blue is love that’s not returned.
Gray the silence lasts so long
White the empty, sterile song
Black the endings, lessons learned
Blue, the love that’s not returned.