Spectrum

                                  

                               Black 

I look and I see multiple faces. My sight is blinded by the propulsion of the passion. There's a reason why a mirror reflects. True beauty stands at the other side of the mirror. Shows all the struggle and the negligence that's been caused; but your still moving. If I went back to the past and looked toward the future I wouldn't know what to expect. Knowing that the past was pain and didn't know if I'd be able to sustain what would come the next day. But strength showed a sign of resilience. Black shows a sign of depth. But it was iridescent. My optics where blurred out wherever black was present. Desolation comes without a key. Without a door. The only thing guarding it is a mental state of knowing to or hold the phone. Enter in and lies the distortion of thoughts. Didn't like what was to been seen across. But then it became clear. It's the same person through the mirror. 

 

                            White 

I'd have a grasp on everything that  happened in the past. In matter of fact let me go back to that empty space in my life. The reason I'll strife with anyone who disrespects my passion for writing these lyrics in a rhythmical sentence. My history is a meek vast wasteland of broken mirrors that reflects shattered memories. I look at the what comes before me and see multiple faces. I stand at the reason my sight is blinded. Don't want to take the fact that I'm trapped in an abyss. Seeking refugee for venue. Thoughts are hacked with the knowledge of knowing that my initial state of mind can never go back. Search up deprived in the dictionary. Marked by deprivation was written. Felt counterfeit when I saw myself standing in the mirror. Had standing by me was Fiction.  

 

                             Colors

In the image portrays a thousand words. You left me speechless. Spent time grieving. I was out of out the picture so I had no reason speaking. It's like you painted your own story over the real reason. It ended abrupt. Your side to the story was a cover up. I stood black and white from the beginning . You revealed your true colors. Nothing like what you said when we met each other. False seen. Everything I knew about you. It's like time was just waiting for me to get screwed. It happened. You happy? My heart bleeds from what you done to me. I lost sight of what you actually came to be. But all this time I kept it to myself. One thing I was left with was knowing that no matter how many times you were blowing I was stoic.

                       Reflections