Thoughts Of A Lunatic!

Colours

Who cares about the colour of your eyes?
I can see all the shades of your soul
But I fade into the background
Blurred like a watercolour painting
Suffocated by masks of colour
That are almost deafening
It doesn't matter which colour you choose
They all scream your name
Your portrait is mentally engraved
Onto the back of my skull
Your name is more familiar to me than my own
You stain my fingertips
Jam behind my nails
Embed yourself into my skin
White as leprosy
Green as poison
Red as love
Oozing into my blood
Sending my cheeks scarlet
At the mention of your name
Making me blue
When you fade away
If I could paint your many faces
Your smile
Your eyes
Maybe I could understand you
But then...
Who cares about the colour of your eyes?