Fate

Colour me to every shade
Of a single colour.
Like a brilliant flower
Lost amidst the others.
I built a wall
Whilst trying to forget.
Why wait for us?
Is it because we were late?

Colour me to every shade
Of grey.
Maybe one day,
When my petals don’t fade away,
I won’t have to build the wall
And immediately forget it.
It must’ve been fate
Because we didn’t mean to be late.

Resuming normal stories next week! Feel free to write a prompt word down below and I’ll use it in a story/poem!