Green, Brown, Red, Blue and Clear,
Are the colors of their tears.
Earth cries.
The Sky Sings,
The heart Swallows,
Air the wind brings.
Contaminated silence,
That creates joyful pain.
Disguises itself into dusty shadows,
Which forms cannot be contained.
Innocent pink lips,
Yellow enchanted bruises,
Taste the beautiful innocence,
Of sparkling black scars.
So break the gold,
Of my shattered heart.
So that I may entice you,
With my tears.
Take me away,
And let me drain,
Beautiful raindrops,
That expresses my fear.
Rainbow delight,
Is what you would see,
If you delight your face,
In the inner me.
I am the enemy.
At least that is what you said.
But you feel and taste to,
The color of tears.
© Robyn G Neymour
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 11:07 AM UTC
Green, Brown, Red, Blue and Clear,
Are the colors of their tears.
Earth cries.
The Sky Sings,
The heart Swallows,
Air the wind brings.
Contaminated silence,
That creates joyful pain.
Disguises itself into dusty shadows,
Which forms cannot be contained.
Innocent pink lips,
Yellow enchanted bruises,
Taste the beautiful innocence,
Of sparkling black scars.
So break the gold,
Of my shattered heart.
So that I may entice you,
With my tears.
Take me away,
And let me drain,
Beautiful raindrops,
That expresses my fear.
Rainbow delight,
Is what you would see,
If you delight your face,
In the inner me.
I am the enemy.
At least that is what you said.
But you feel and taste to,
The color of tears.
© Robyn G Neymour