Unlit.

His life was black before he met him.

Murky. Total darkness.

His world was listless, there simply was no color.

Getting out of bed was pointless, he had nothing to open his eyes for.

His world was black,

His life was desolated.

That boy was pure, bright, intellectual and absolutely ravishing.

White.

That boy put a white dot in his sunless life.

Made his world a tad more piquant.

Made him sit cross-legged in his bed by his window and let the sunlight soak in his skin as he watched a certain bundle of gold leave his house in the morning.

Cracked.

His shell was getting cracked.

Yellow.

The yellow sunlight was leaking in.

The bundle of gold made his heart flutter. Made him feel weaker.

His heart.

The grey stone in his chest was warming up.

That boy brought a smile-a tiny, almost non existent one to his dry lips.

Made him leave his bed to shower and wear some cologne.

Grey.

His dark, unlit life has now became grey.

It was less insensible.

His black life was now mixed with white.

The white dot in his sunless life was spreading wider.

Life became more tantalizing.

Color was finally leaking in the black flower petals outside.

The petals seemed pink-pinker.

As pink as the boy’s plump lips.

The lips that brought the youth and tenderness back to him when they pressed against his.

Making him feel fragile, cozy and excited inside.

Blue.

When the boy’s slender fingers laced with his, the sky seemed bluer.

His racing thoughts became tranquil and unruffled.

He felt protected, safe, serene and reassured.

They shared silent promises of faithfulness and honesty,

Under the blue sky.

Orange.

He felt orange when he first went out with the golden boy.

He was liberated and enthusiastic.

The boy’s chortles made his heart pound faster.

Made him feel more energized and tangy than ever,

and gave the autumn leaves an even darker shade of orange.

That night.

They walked home after their date.

Hands were joined and fingers were intertwined.

They didn’t say much,

And for once, the silence felt peaceful for him.

This time, the silence didn’t empower his racing thoughts and the loud voices in his head.

It felt detaching in his presence.

He felt warm and courageous.

Red.

He felt strong and important that night,

When the boy smiled at him like was as vital as the air he breathed,

Sharing all the passion and love he felt for him with that curve of lips.

He felt red that night,

As red as the boy’s

“I love you.”

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this is very very short, but i hope you enjoyed it.

i've always wanted to use colors in a way and here it is.

pls comment.