The Colour of Loneliness

She was the colour of loneliness

painted a perfect portrait of emptiness.

she was blank

void of any sense of beauty,

of emotion.

she was cold

a snowy sheet of misery

comforted by death.

she was plain

a simple sheet of paper

just waiting for somone to make her into a book.

she wished she held more than herself

she wished she could be more than nothing

she wished she wasn't left in the pencil crayon box to never be used.

she was the colour of loneliness

the colour that could never be created out of two colours.