i'm afraid of emotions
i'm afriad of time and emotions
not emotions like im afriad to show them
i'm afraid i'll forget them
i'm afraid of time because time will make me forget emotions
i'm afraid i won't be able to put the emotions im feeling in the proper little glass bottle to save so it could help me explain the amazing emotions i feel being a human
i'm afraid
i'm afraid i'll forget.

Bottle green and cherry red
Swirling colour in my head
Sunshine yellow sky blue
I live my life in every hue

Dove grey diamond white
Reality begins to bite
Inky black and milky cream
I think I prefer to dream

Vermilion and indigo
No place left for me to go
What sort of colour is cyan
I don’t know how this began

Amethyst and violet
Colour me so I forget
Purple of the lilac tree
Trapped in magenta misery

All this living makes me ill
Pass me another little pill
Rainbow world of medicine
Shuts me up and locks me in

It will always hurt,
the pain will never go away.

But.
Knowing what is known now,
Knowing the hope given for the future,
replaces some of the hurt, with hope.

Memories are never to be forgotten,
yet the past is the past.

Dwelling on what can't be changed,
hinders the continuation of life.

Picking up the baggage will take some time.
Moving on all together will still be the hardest thing to accomplish.

But when the final bag is put on the truck,
and all that has to be done is to drive away,
I will smile, reach over to the dial, and turn on the car radio.

As I pull out of the driveway, the radio will be at its highest,
because looking back, I'll be able to say,
That the music had never faded away.

Glided Skies
and purple rain.
Silent nights
and purple pain.

Let it be known these bruises fade,
but they're still there, in the lightest shade.

His eyes are coffee,
digging deep into my chest and pulling
out my heartstrings...

No wonder I can never sleep.

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How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.

And so she wrote about
the most exquisite pain
he caused;
the way he said 'i love you'
the way he kissed her
and then a bit later on,
the way he left with a simple 'sorry'

She wrote about every tears
that has been shed
and yet she wondered,
was it all that easy
was it worth it
was he worth it?

She told the world about him
She turned him into a poetry
And she wrote wholeheartedly
Hoping someone could understand
How cruel he was to break her

But deep inside, she wanted him
to read it out loudly
and finally find his way back to her
and she wanted to hear the phrase
'i love you', once again
but this time-
she wanted him to not tell her a lie

a.r