The Colours of Memory Part 2

by Rya

Black and white
the colours of memory and days
long past, I stop to

Wonder

If the film of my mind ever
lies? Tells me something sweeter
than the whole truth, tells me

What

I'm dieing to hear, tells
the only truth I want. I wonder
if, perhaps I ever really felt

Love,

Or if my Black and White
just made it up for my enjoyment.
Do I even really know what love

Is?