Your body is a blank canvas
That needs to be marked with my impression
To reconstruct your pure, red composition
And develop a purple as our colors clash; your red to my blue.
To encroach your sunshine with my ocean; my blue to your yellow
As we say goodbye to our colors, and say hello to this green that is mellow.
To bring my fire to your dandelion, and create a clockwork orange
I want to mark you with my dark paint, but only faintly, for I don’t want to taint thee
You brought your white to my black but strangely we did not end up grey.
We made each other brighter and this hue we shall stay.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
The glass patters in the darkest hours of the night
Exponential reverberations resemble that of a radical earthquake
Disrupting the peace; serenity.
The erratic patter splatters, exemplifying works of Jackson *******
A stain on the cloth of happiness, it spreads,
Disrupting the normal pattern degrading matter
Corroding, yet it creates.
Feeds, but it drowns.
Creates smiles, and forces frowns.
So simple, although complex
Dark patter.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 6:56 AM UTC