It's tainted
Like a white clothe
Dipped into filth
No matter how you wash
You can't erase the stain completely
No matter what I do
I can't correct the mistakes indefinitely
And like haunted memories they taunt me.
My colorful past with a hint of grey
A little bit of black and white
For judgemental eyes
Running down the memory lane
I recall the many time I struggled to stay sane
For the colors tainted my aim
The many mistakes and flaws
I cannot say
Just one more thing I can't reform
Just another event I can't rewind
Just a little touch of red
For pain effects
A pinch of white
For my innocence and regrets
Yes indeed,
It's my colorful past

© Oyindasola