my heart, darker than the night sky turns black
from such sadness you have clouded me grey.
oh, how i dream someone will mix in white.
on a rainy day i start to think back
to when we’d spend time watching the trees sway;
fluorescent green and yellow shine - not black.
i noticed how your love began to lack
a smile so genuine; no longer gay.
your brand-new shirts are blood stained and off-white.
your sudden change-of-heart gave mine a crack;
paralyzed for weeks, i watch curtains fray
and lovers overwhelmed with joy - not black.
just like a train with rails off the track,
i haven’t moved in weeks, wishing you’d lay
with me one last time - to mix in some white.
love letters i write to you form a stack
in the bottom drawer of my desk, they stay
and my heart becomes a little less black;
since i figured out how to add some white.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
my heart, darker than the night sky turns black
from such sadness you have clouded me grey.
oh, how i dream someone will mix in white.
on a rainy day i start to think back
to when we’d spend time watching the trees sway;
fluorescent green and yellow shine - not black.
i noticed how your love began to lack
a smile so genuine; no longer gay.
your brand-new shirts are blood stained and off-white.
your sudden change-of-heart gave mine a crack;
paralyzed for weeks, i watch curtains fray
and lovers overwhelmed with joy - not black.
just like a train with rails off the track,
i haven’t moved in weeks, wishing you’d lay
with me one last time - to mix in some white.
love letters i write to you form a stack
in the bottom drawer of my desk, they stay
and my heart becomes a little less black;
since i figured out how to add some white.
my first villanelle, a sequel to my first sonnet.
