I exist in the abysmal state of solitude, where I, whose existence survives in profound literary pieces, could fall short of mere words penetrated—cast against me. Where would I be if I can't find the right words to say?

In front of me is a sweet orange juice menacingly teasing me with its dazzling pumpkin hue. Beside it is the apple pie I swore my life I would never put in my mouth. Yet, the sun glistened brighter when I gently put my fork down and absurdly ate it with my eyes closed.

The sadness that lingers deep within enthralls me more, as I swiftly swallow and digest it without tasting all its flavors—just so I can return to reality. I try to keep it all together, even as my spirit is crushed by the thoughts that seep in, nipping at the edges of my soul—through the cracked window of my vision, and the half-drunk orange juice. These thoughts keep coming in, like an intense downpour after a shower. I have tried to write this simply, yet I could never find the right words to say.

I could never forgive myself.

inadequately explained
the wounds engraved
the body that rests here, that lays
he was flushed with florescence
flowered with effervescence
resting under a grey grave
he lays immersed in the earth
a shallow grave for a heart of hearth
i can still see his orange shirt
the clouds cry out grey

You know, I never noticed
the color orange much
till I met you.

You told me
It was your favorite color
Now I see it everywhere.

Seeing orange in sunrise.
Seeing orange in your eyes
When the light reflects off them.

Seeing orange as the leaves fall
With an autumn breeze.
Seeing you when I see orange.

I love seeing your smile
And the glimmer in your eyes,
As we drive into the sunset.

Seeing the oranges blend
With my favorite color,
Of which is purple.

As long as the sun sets,
And our favorite colors can touch,
Our souls will as well.

So as the sun fades in the distance
And you sleep next to me
I wish you sweet dreams.

Dreams full of orange things
As full and vibrant
As I see you.

I will always love you
For as long as our colors touch
Each day with the setting sun.

For as long as there are
More days and sunsets of orange
I will love you.

Thank you for bringing
Such a beautiful color
Into my life.

leaves falling from their branches
soaring through the air
before painting the ground orange

Orange blossoms, used in perfume-making
Blooming on orange trees is inviting. 
They are symbols of purity. 
Eternal love and security 
Good fortune; they are promising

Buzzing in my ears, bees will spring. 
Like a beautiful song they sing. 
Flowers do bring serenity. 
Orange Blossoms
 
Bridal bouquets are inspiring. 
Its fragrance is so exciting. 
Used in eau de cologne for surety 
Commonly used without disparity 
You can hear everybody talking. 
Orange Blossoms