Color Blind

This is probably by favorite non-rhyme poem I have written. The meaning behind it isn't hidden, the average reader could read it and understand what I was trying to convey. It's for those reason why I like it so much.

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Color Blind

It has come to be all so apparent,

That life is so bleak and desolate.

My world has fallen over with nothing to remain.

Oh, how I long to once again,

Be in that ignorant bless,

So that I may once again live.

Your red lips have faded to

A gloom infested perpetual grey.

Those blue eyes that I once so loved,

That I would wake to,

Have vanished into the haze of black and grays.

You are a blank canvas to my eyes.

I will forever see the world,

Not as it is wanted, but needed.

The colors have faded, the sharpness gone,

But the shape remains true.

I am not blinded by the beauty,

But presented the form.

On my knees begging, I am here,

Once again wanting

Ignorance over fact, beauty over pragmatism.

Oh, how I want see the facade of beauty,

And never inner workings of it.

Oh, how I want to be shallow and see beauty.