If you hate me
Color me black,
Like the bottomless cavity of hell and let no light seep in.
Or inject my soul with Indian ink and wroth-fully scratch out a word upon a substance.
If you love me
Color me bright,
Like the suns rays dancing on ripples of the sea.
Or paint me with fragrance of the roses that bloom in spring.
If you fail to color me
Then I will be faceless and soulless.
Take your pallet of paints and color me.
If not-
I will be invisible.