I painted my wall grey when you left me in my darkest hours.
You’re a good painter; you painted every side where I belong. But I did not expect you’ll be mixed with blue.
You’re gone and far away yet the colours you left haunts me as watch them with tears in my eyes.
I hate you but I love those canvas you made.
I miss your masterpiece but not your presence anymore.
You know what? You taught me something about colours–you taught me how to love despite the madness and pain.
I love colours–yes I do but not you anymore.
I love colours; I’ll paint my own canvas with a rainbow,

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