Alas, the heart with color deprivation,

It beats black and blue; to the different hues,

Internally on its own eternal demise,

In search of the hidden truth instilled in every white lie,

Consciously following it to a troubled ending,

Your ambiguous ways have left me feeling astray,

The hidden truth is just a culmination of my feeble hopes,

The hopes that have been abandoned out the door in which you came,

Now with every breath in the rainy days - on this glass door,

I illustrate the colorless heart that survived for more than I could ever ask for.