Administrators Amethyst Posted January 11, 2015 Administrators Share Posted January 11, 2015 White In a room full of white walls And hardwood And empty dreams and broken things-- Or was it the reverse? With no windows nor colours Just an ocean Of promises and dust-- What's the difference? A kindly man set a paintbrush Down with a simple instruction-- A foolish man set a paintbrush And a curse. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Amethyst Posted January 11, 2015 Author Administrators Share Posted January 11, 2015 Blue For the second time An ocean made its home in My head For the first time A flash-flood made its home in My bed For the last time I'll make your heart at home in The ruin Of the girl that you're in Time to break her heart And how can you keep swimming just by Taking time for kissing a lie That you keep dismissing goodbye So I just keep wishing you'd-- Well, we both already have. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Amethyst Posted January 11, 2015 Author Administrators Share Posted January 11, 2015 Red In the sand, in the sunset, In your arms, In a total lack of spirit, soul or Something, please just anything that cares So we kissed, so we danced there And danced there And danced there So my heart skipped a beat On a record Just another broken record Just another broken Bone And flesh And steel And blood And danced there And screamed And struck And slew And danced there Midnight passed long ago, love. Our pumpkins await. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Amethyst Posted January 11, 2015 Author Administrators Share Posted January 11, 2015 Yellow So how could they have hated you? You were a butterfly In the goldenrod And I, just a moth. And how could you have fallen for The precious shadow On which you land? Which none of us deserved. And how could they have tarnished you? Your wings were painted bright, In scathing flame. Since then, you cast no shadow. So how could I have carried you? When you burned me too? When the cinders soared To the hardwood floor And the freshest coat of Curse Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Amethyst Posted January 11, 2015 Author Administrators Share Posted January 11, 2015 Black And the walls went up in flames Golden-seared, crimson gushed And blew oceans forth. And the walls, just as empty As the day on which A spiteful man set a paintbrush But now-- dark. Maybe this was my colour. Maybe emptiness is a colour. Maybe hollow, Maybe cold, May belong to me. A broken girl set a paintbrush On fire. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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