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 May 2016
Amrita
I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.

I paint myself green to represent your calmness;
Yellow to represent your charm.
Pink for the times I knew I loved you,nothing more nothing less;
Purple for the endless times I desired to cup your face in my palm.

I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.


I paint myself red to symbolize your anger;
Orange to symbolize your madness.
Brown for your eyes full of danger;
Black for your soul spilling with grief and sadness.

I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.


I scrub myself to wash your scent off of me;
I mix all the colours until they form one colour.
I wash it all off until my brown skin is all I can see;
I may have lost you but I can see myself clearer.
 May 2016
Debbie Ogenyi
You wonder why she loved you
Deceit lust and betrayal
But  she did,eyes blinded
Till truth unfolds with time
Love it fades in the face of reality
Bitter but real

Let her flyaway
Let her breakfree

Listen,the sound of drums
Toes taping in rejoicing
Hear  the the laughter of freedom
She is no longer your prisoner
Let her walk with her head held high
She is beauty,elegance and dignity

You wonder why she loved you
Toture disrespect and hate
But she did,Ignorance
She held on though her blistered palm
Knowing not her worth

But she knows today
See she smiles at her reflection
She is beautiful not because you say


Let her flyaway
Let her breakfree
 Apr 2016
Debbie Ogenyi
Where I'd rather be is in my thought
Buried,covered yet breathing
Dead yet alive in my head
A land of wild imaginations
crazy fantasy
beautiful reality
 Apr 2016
Debbie Ogenyi
I long for a moment of  truth
When my lips are locked with another
A kiss so real  for the right reasons
Tears push me to hug
But what of love

I'm searching,calling out
But love is lost in the dark
I held firm but love slipped away
I blame my weak hands for letting go
my weak heart for trusting love would stay
 Apr 2016
Debbie Ogenyi
I'm awaken to cool morning breeze
Once more I see the beautiful sunrise
I'm stuck in my bed,buried in my thought
Years of dreams,several mornings
moving circles,running on a spot
Tell my weak legs to move
Tell my tired soul to keep running
Night is gone,a new day is here

Let my eyes lit with hope
Let my troubled soul find some peace
For troubles of yesterday are gone with night
Hope has come with the morning

— The End —