"The Blue Coloured Pencil"

"The blue coloured pencil"

(Original poem, written by Ren, aka @actually-very-miserable )

Is it my fault?

I constantly ask myself this question

I wonder if I'm purely innocent

While I disturb myself for no reason

This world, these flowers, these people

All of them, betraying me

But also my own self

For not knowing how to behave

The child incapable of seeing

The beauty of orchids, violets, not even the sky

The reflection of their depressing eyes

The coloured pencil sliding on the pale sheets of paper

I ask myself as I watch the horizon

Slowly turning to cold colours

How does it feel to be free and fly away

Towards all those these shades of blue?

It is painful to know a lot of things

Are painted like sapphires

But whenever I'm close

They become gray and tell me lives

Oh, I hate this colour

I swear, oh I swear

It doesn't matter how hard I try

I'll never be anything but black and white

The colour meant to bring me peace

To calm me down

Actually only brings me anguish

And makes me unhappy

Oh, I love this colour

Te one leaving stains on my face

And making my chest hurt

Forcing me to be this disgrace

The colour you can not only see

But also hear and feel

In poetries of love or serenades

Desperately after another victim

Someone to feel this melancholy

It will always make us suffer

And then it will blame the vivid Red

In the blood, the laces and the roses.

In magnificent beauty we will eternally

Sleep.