Her Blue face had portions of Red. Her beauty had portions of ugly marks. Her brave heart had portions of fears. Her steady back trembled in some portions of the day. She had virtues with portions of bad habits. She was graceful with portions of grief. She didn't much care about herself, yet there were portions of her she loved. She was perfect with portions of imperfections. Her eyes held love for me, but in her eyes, there were no portions of lies.
I have always connected with colors vividly. People portray different colors of themselves to the world. There are times when we perceive someone to be happy and colorful and joyous but what we fail to notice is that very heart is tainted black...