Love Is A Fickle Color

Love is a fickle color
Turned grey in a moment's notice.
It used to be a rainbow,
Strong enough to bridge black nights.
It used to shine and glow.

Love is a color made clear,
By selfish stories and lies.
Really a charcoal black behind the board,
A dirty white under a red heart,
A colorful soul now shaded grey.
Like memories muddled into a muddy yellow

Love used to be a climbing rainbow-
And white and black beautiful colors.
Now love is a color commonly found
In the beating of a dead grey heart.

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1996