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Nov 2015
Sitting on the table are white memories
Spread out like a piece of paper
Begging to be colored in
Begging to feel again

Beside of its mystery
Sits a candle
Shining brightly
Smiling my way as I walk inside
It is clueless of what I've been through

Colors gather around the lifeless sheet
Wondering where they will roam
Questioning why they are even alive
I am the painter of my life
They will know every inch soon enough

The paint brush knows my hands
We will build each memory together

RED
Our love was like a rose
Its beauty was flawless
Our bench by the rose bush smiles brightly
Your lips are all I can remember

BLUE
Those lonely nights when you would weep
Rain drops falling from your ocean
Filling our bedroom with water
All we could do was drown
...Together

YELLOW
The sun lightens up your smile
Oh your smile so beautiful was it so
I use to smile every time I thought of it
But now I shed a tear

GREEN
Your favorite color
You would always wear the emerald I bought you
You would cherish it always
Now always is gone and the emerald is at the bottom of the sea

BLACK
The lies
The lies of him
The lies of you
The lies of us
You left me all alone
Weeping unforgivable lies

The white memories are full of color
Full of emotion
A colored heart that bleeds of rainbows
Sits on the table
By the candle that frowns while I leave
It has grown fragle
Just...like... me

When will that candle fall
And burn my house down?
Livi M Pearson
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   James Marcro
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