My colours

In the sky,we wish to see rainbows bring colour to our lives,But why wait till that rainbow comes,for the moment the sun too wishes to meet the rain,but here we stand making our own rainbows,in our own skies,skies with only bright shining stars,where even the darkness of the night,causes a glow on our face,you are

White Coated Charcoal

I heard the black,darken my voice,the pain and revenge in it,vibrated all around,I felt the cold shrill,run through my spine,my eyes,as black as charcoal. I saw the white,trying to push its way through,to let me know,know, that everything is all right,I saw the glow,comforting and warm,melt my eyes,my eyes,a warmed ochre. -:D