This sudden burst of hues, but why? <br />Oil on canvas and a vibrant blue, <br />just when all the fest is done, the jest; <br />your portrait, a call, a golden bait. <br /> <br />With triple hook and single sink, <br />but I haven't got the lips, not any more. <br />Torn to shreds by your previous hits, <br />Slow n sure I've turned colour blind. <br /> <br />Open wounds now mere overcasts, <br />ye busy days well let 'em last. <br />Never would I feel sunshine there, <br />ever after that scream, then break of trust. <br /> <br />Your gentle shades so meaningless, <br />I'm happy now with black n white.<br /><br />Leslie Xavier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colour-me-not/
