Sorrow is the colour purple in the final moments of twilight,
Sorrow tastes like the chard embers of my last cigarette,
Sorrow tastes like the bitter remnants of my ex-lovers cologne,
Sorrow sounds like the crashing current of the ***** lake suffocating the fish,
Sorrow feels like the empty space between my fingers missing a hand once intertwined with mine,
Sorrow is helplessness.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
Sorrow is the colour purple in the final moments of twilight,
Sorrow tastes like the chard embers of my last cigarette,
Sorrow tastes like the bitter remnants of my ex-lovers cologne,
Sorrow sounds like the crashing current of the ***** lake suffocating the fish,
Sorrow feels like the empty space between my fingers missing a hand once intertwined with mine,
Sorrow is helplessness.
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