You are the colorless version of myself.
Black, and white.
Have you ever seen magic happens, even without colors?
I have. And you, are my only magic.
But I am never your color, and never will be.
So I am not shocked at all to see you, oh so attracted to her
Even I can see all the rainbows her smiles contain, and all the sparkles her eyes hold.
I am not sad, just a bit undone.
Too attached to your presence, too used by your love.
I am sure tomorrow will promise me more life to live,
More joy to behold, more risks to uphold.
I might no longer sees you, but my soul will forever be bound
To the memories you might forget
I might not look like the world you can fit in
But I never asked you to
I might not sound like colors, but I have painted you
Better than she can, better than she ever will be.