Colors

Colors,

I have them all.

They're my little monsters.

I don't even know them all,

but they're all mine.

They told me so,

in a distant past,

not too long ago.

Time does go by fast.

Time is where they all come from.

It's a strange thing,

to be born through experience.

Like fairies from laughing.

Oh the innocence...

Wish my colors were still like that.

We all change together.

For we are one

and never ever

will be alone.

It's promising to always have their company.

I know if I get lost

they will find me, no matter the cost.

I am my own family!

The colors will never leave me.

If one sneaks away

another will come rapidly, promising to stay.

Promising to be mine

until next time.

I will blindly believe

for they are, my only family.