Violet to black roses;
Doors of wonder closes;
Pomegrenates in winter;
Weeping willows wither.

We locked eyes
and I knew then,
There was nothing
more beautiful
than the color of
tragedy. It’s like I
euphorically
traveled In time
and submerged
my soul in an aura
of different emotions
love, heartbreak,
loneliness, hope,
all at once. An
adrenaline of hues.
Don’t we all live for
these feelings of
inspiration? The
addictiveness
of its vibration..

Sandoval

i came alive when i first kissed you,
the best me has his arms around you.
you make me better then i was before,

thank god im yours.