my whi†e room

Have you ever wondered how it feels like to be
in a whi†e room with no other colours to see?
Well I have so let me tell you a short story,
About how I found this place in my journey.

It was about two years ago then,
Out of boredom I created a room,
Forgotten reasons I named it my whi†e room,
A place for my sanity so it can continue to bloom,
No wonder my sounds of silence have not end.

I never thought that I will go back to this place again,
Because it looks like that it has nothing much to gain,
But I decided that I won't let it crumble by the colourless rain.

I started to explore my whi†e room in June,
Whenever I walk in I always hear a tune,
Sometimes I feel like walking in an incomplete dune,
Like how you solitude yourself under the blue lune.

A whi†e room can make you think many things,
Most of it are the negativity you're consuming,
The more you consume it will stay beneath your skin,
And the more you consume it there will be no ending.

But it doesn't have to be that way,
It can let your mind see sweeet things too,
Like how all the good times you see in replay,
Especially when you're with someone like your boo.

So anyway what I am trying to say is,
A whi†e room can be ugly if your life's amiss,
But it can be beautiful too if your life's in bliss.