Changing Colors

My Colors are changing
though not wilfully
I've reached a point this time
i don't identify who i see

Passions changing
Overflowing and running dry
Not so sad that you're leaving
but because it no longer makes me cry

I want something familiar again
someone i know i can trust
Want to be inside some stability
that only reside in pictures gathering dust

My colors are changing
Sometimes bright, sometimes dark
Caused by newfound freedom
and bitter love that leaves its mark

What does one do
when their whole worlds gone up to down?
Like leaving Earth's vibrant blue
to dwell in Mars' amber brown