Tears of blunder

I dream in a world of colour but,
I see black and white. Upon these
tears I blunder but like glass my
fragile Pieces begin to shatter.
My fragile heart, reduced to a
pile of rubble I have laid, hesitantly
by you adoring feet. I still wait
upon that day that you may call me
yours but, patients is the key to
my long Lasting happiness. My
adoring eyes search for your
everlasting figure against my
walls so that your shadow may
find refuse amongst Mine, that your
Tears collide with mine to bring comfort.