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Shayne Topp Oct 2012
Tears in the sheets and clothes on the floor
explosive footprints of the night before

the walls still echo with nostalgic tones
of ******* screams and lustful moans

Now we wade in white linen, flushed and tired
from fulfilling the fantasies of which we desired

Light through the window reveals our bare skin
when our eyes are awakened, we'll start up again
Shayne Topp Oct 2012
Her
She leans on my shoulder
hisses to me softly
with her serpent tongue
that slips into my ear
curls in my brain
lobotomizing
Shayne Topp Oct 2012
The girl was red,
all fire and heart
the boy was blue,
sad from the start

time drew them close,
their worlds were collided
what came next
new colors they provided

it shone so brightly
what they painted anew
like lavender, like violet
such a deep purple hue

life became yellow
like the sand and the sun
no time for hardships
when life is so fun

settling down nicely
yellow became green
small house, three children
peaceful and serene

Green became brown
like bark on a tree
their bones grew brittle
it was harder to see

Age made them weaker, but
their love was still strong
impossible to stop
this halcyon song

Yet all turned black
with a note from a doctor
“Five months.” he’d said
this time he had locked her

They sat in still silence
not saying a word
at this mortal news
for which they’d just heard

Weeks went on
they wept in dark dyes
a song interrupted
by soft subtle cries

It was then they decided
not to end their song sung
not wade in blue shadows
but live life as young

Black shot to yellow
in the blink of an eye
they danced and they laughed
and flew through the sky

When the time came
for her to lay down to rest
it was not a sad day
it was one of the best

This symphony of colors
which he had played such a part
had flipped his world round
painted red, his blue boy’s heart

He joined her shortly
his world turned white
and nothing could dull it
as he walked into night.

— The End —