Coloring Book, ''

This was the first piece of writing I did...


You look out the window, wipe the fog off of it, just to see a picture of yourself, it was always just the outline in a colouring book with the inside not yet completed. All the standard features were there, but the colours, the zigzags and the plads, the bits of peices that made you up, wernt yet in place, until you met this one person who changes everything, the inside of the colouring boook was then complete in that picture leaving everything behind, in fact every single detail was as shown onto that one picture you thought could never be completed. The inside was then completed, but not deep enough to reach the out line of your heart leaving the colours, the zigzags and the bits and peices that made your heart full was far from complete, all those heart breaks, all those ones who had you believed and caught up in something you thought was so real, a big lie that you couldnt escape from which made this feeling inside you hurt so much to take those features from your heart, and gradually pulling it in half, Your bright glacey eyes slowly faded, as the tears swam down your face, thinking that you every part of you was completed just left you alone, not being close to completed infact you were pulling away, and every feature in that colouring book was being erased, You didnt no how somethings could change so fastley, you thought youd fallin for that person, but they just ended up like the others, just taring you apart leaving you empty with nothing inside,Thinking of all the memories and wondering what was going on , and what went wrong, you sat by that fogged window, wiped it off, llooking at yourself when all of a sudden , a voice came into your head, and all it had to say was :Its not about losing the memories, but gaining the strength to let go, so than you can have that ability to create that picture in that colouring book back up, adding every feature that you needed to have to be your self again.