SixAugust seems empty...*We parted in July. I loved you too much. I had not thought that would become too much for you to handle. And that we would part on a technicality.It was a stormy eve. And the lightening broke us apart, so easily it almost made you glad.I know. The storm outside matched the storm in your voice.I'll always be surprised at what can happen when two people begin to hate each other.*We fought in June.When your work was getting you down and your parents were putting pressure on you and your world seemed to be falling apart.I wanted to help you. I tried.You told me to leave you alone.I did.*We talked for hours in May.And you told me about your life, about the broken dreams and the mesmerizing aspirations that you once had. And I told you about my responsibilities and my hopes. We understood each other.We thought we would have an eternity to discuss other things. Like a future and the distance and the friends who thought you were not good enough and that I w
ColoursWhen I am honest, I sense blue.When I am happy, I feel red.When I am mischievous, I smirk purple.When I am nervous, I quake crimsonWhen I am angry, I glower black.When I am content, I shine orange.When I am afraid, I tremble yellow.When I am envious, I burn green.When I am brave, I blaze white.And if I had eyes to see the rainbow I feel
Then maybe I would glow pink too.