Short Simple Story of a Drawing ?

Once upon a time...
im a piece of colorful drawing, it was beautiful.
The days where the color said never to be meet again...
...therefore a goodbye was said.
The piece of drawing went colorless.
Everything seems not right.
Mood went dull at every start of the day where i miss the colors.
Smile from the appearance, not from the heart is tiring.
Nothing seems to make me smile from my heart except colors.
Day by day, is memories fading? or forgetting?
The very 1st set of colors filled me like engraving onto me.
But never do i forget once the color that filled me.
Once and for all, always be there.
Till the very last breath of my life...

... im a colorless drawing ...