Barcelona

It's hard for me to say what I want from
You I have had 22 years of
Trying to form the words that somehow
Might mean I am feeling
So many colors in this distraction
Brown hair makes her lips more red
Words would not describe what I'm seeing
I try to hold my tongue, but it's useless
She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out
Every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile
She's always waiting for me to speak
But all she hears is whitest noise