When I give out my heart,
When I replace my valves with mechanical arms
When I no longer feel compassion
And my chest is filled with noise
Noise from all the cracks of moving parts
Do I lose sight of my heart?
Is it enough to see the world in black and white?
How many more colors do I need to see the world?
Aren't all these smiles enough color?
How much of the laughter need I?
to see the world as with a heart?
And of what color need I to replace it with?
Isn't the redness of blood and the stream of tears,
a color for pain?
It's hard to imagine a person's body without them
You without you.
Their smile remain curved on our faces
Their laughter echoes at every crevice of our sadness
But where are the owners?
Every circuit of our brains is smudged with
memories,
Yet every day now bleeds their absence.
To whose feet shall we owe these footsteps?
Thus, I demand,
If I must own a rainbow to see the world,
rather I give my mind as well
For when my mind gives no other color
my body fills with disorder
And my entirety weathers into pieces.