My pallete

You stole my heart, you stole my dreams,      
you stole my youth, I wanna scream.        
In black and white I bleed my blues        
with every colour that I've seen.        
Every movie, every scene,        
every word that crops up in my head,        
happy, sad or mean.        

At times I'm but a catalyst, that just how it is.      
I grab some flavour and I add a bit,     
I want my words to fizz before I send em off.      
Don't get mad at it, if I put you in a song,        
I bring you up in life, I can put you in a poem.        
I write about what I like, grief, pain, pride, that list goes on.        
You've caused them all, pleasure, joy and jealousy    
are like the dawn, they've come and gone.      
I ain't seen you in so long, but I remember it all,        
now you're just another colour that I        
use when I draw.