THE NOTE

Dear love,
If our hearts were drawn on a canvas
That it be painted with the colors of the color wheel
Where will your perfect shade of red fall?
Within that which the curves border…
Or far far below, just like mine?
Will it be in one piece,
two halves held by cupid’s arrow
Or rather have its parts scattered all over
Just like mine?

Dear love,
If our hearts were drawn on a canvas
That it be painted with colors that best fit
Will your painter consider a shade of blue or brown?
Like it found safety and comfort in its own shaky arms.
Will it be painted in the ’emptiness’ that results from pain,
Just like mine?

Dear love,
Now, our hearts are drawn on a canvas
One whole and a shattered half…
I’d find the pieces, one day it’d be whole again
But until that day…
Color me ’empty’, color me ‘weak’
And when our colors finally match
When you finally shed that tear…
I hope you’d find me..
So we could have our happy forever

Your Love
Cat

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