With all the colours I poured into your life,
I want them back and make your world blind.
For the tenderness and warmth
that nobody else deserved more than myself,
I’ve bestowed nothing to me, and so much to unworthy.
My forgiveness made them think I am a rose with petals so delicate,
I wish they saw the thorns before assessing what I have.
Undoing love, so there is some left for myself,
as I am lacking some of it after offering it, I’ve lost my access.