White,

you are suppose to be good

and sometimes you are

(like Romeo's cotton boxers)

but sometimes you are so vast that I grow dizzy

sometimes you are lines that stretch out too far.

you are an empty page

that leaves my little heart broken and quiet.

you are walls that haven't been explored or claimed.

White, you make me curl up in loneliness

and I know that others have named you

the color of innocence

but to me innocence is Red and Blue and every other wild color.

and people call you purity

but you are cold to me, White,

you are cold to me.