Life in my eyes .

Our Colors

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You were the apple of my eye, but even the sweetest fruits rot into the earth.  I loved you in so many shades.  In the morning, you were my deep blue fulfillment.  In the afternoon, you became the emerald which painted my castle walls.  Evening blew in with the breeze, and you were a vermillion that colored my sky with passion.  Night brought yet another hue, and you were a cavernous purple that swallowed all of my lust.  And now you have become the empty white which fills my heart with longing and regret.  Now, you are painting someone else’s life with all the colors that once defined my canvas.