Since she walked away I haven't known what to do,
With all of my colors that have turned gray, I've been left to only feel this color of blue,
As there's not a shade in this world that could ever replace her hues,
My sight and mind has been left in a haze-and left ever so confused,
With my eyes that stay closed, for I've been blinded by the truth,
Wherein the only thing my eyes want to see-will no longer be in my view,
So go ahead and paint my world however you wish and want to,
As you can paint my whole world with the most vibrant and amazing hues,
But until the day that she returns-all my eyes will see is gray and blue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem