let me be
   let
       me-

_stop the bit
      I'm out of breath

people say
red
is the color of love.
it is
the dusty shade of roses,
the hue of lips painted,
the shimmer of her dress
when you dance.

but really,
red screams of
loneliness.
it is
the shade of poppies in an empty field,
the hue you see when she leaves you,
the shimmer of book covers
in an empty library.

orange,
is a better color.
it is
the shade of muted sunsets,
the hue of vibrant music,
the shimmer of a light burning
on a dark evening.

orange
makes up the embers of love,
burning bright and strong and fast
until it is
gone.

orange
is the color of love.

One day in 2299,
They will tell
This story,
The one of
Dying books on
Dusty shelves,
In a time when
There was
Still room
To dig graves
In the ground.

My love is that unread book on the endtable,
Forever out of hand but always in reach.
And for every lesson it could teach
And secret just waiting to be exposed,
Shall remain forever closed.
Collecting dust
Just because it looks good having it there.
Like you still read.