Color of My Heart

The color of my heart,
Its neither crimson nor white,
Neither dark nor obscure,
It has no color at all.

The color of my heart,
Is what pain can draw,
The paste tears coat over it,
Deep strokes,covered in crystals.

The color of my heart,
Laid atop a  sultry matte,
Is a splash of sunshine,
The paint of a smile.

A beauty like no other!

--Wavinya Nyamai.

I keep you stayed between my heart and soul,
For no where else would I rather have you be.
So keep wandering, lost, in the mystical maze therein,
For I do not intend for you to ever find your way back. -
WN