True Color

The color of love is black,
Because it can be so cold,

It becomes agonizing,
When there is no one to hold,

I've been hurt before,
Which built up lots of tension,

I don't wish misery on anyone,
Something I choose not to mention

I've been treated like I was invisible,

It caused my days to come very miserable,

When it rained,
I cried,

When it was cloudy,
I was down,
When someone asked me a question,
My expression spoke for sound....